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onovnii · 4 years ago

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Headcanons of Levi Mammon and Asmo reacting to their boyfriend coming out as a trans man plz? 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

# mc comes out as trans

feat. mammon , leviathan , asmodeus x m!mc

summary. how the brothers react to you coming out to them ^^

cw. none, just fluff!

author n. i wish i had more trans mc hcs 😭 i love writing them bc..i’m trans too 😏. unrelated (but related) but my personal hc is that all the obm cast isn’t cis. they’re not even human 😭 (besides solomon but i hardly think he cares) *umibe no etranger fans heyyy

coming out can always be challenging. without knowing the other persons views, it can be scary too.

it takes you a while to get the courage to tell him. you rehearse the scenario over and over in your head, hoping it goes smoothly.

after sending him a text, saying to meet you in your room, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. your boyfriend came into the room a few minutes later and sat beside you, asking what was wrong.

you hesitated a little, but you trusted him. deep down you knew he’d love you regardless of what you identified as.

mammon.

▸ it took a while for the information to settle into his head

▸it made you kinda nervous tbh......

▸ but once it did, mammon pulled you into a hug.

▸ he could tell this was important to you, and wanted to show that it meant even more to him as well.

▸ he’s really happy to know you trusted him enough to tell him.

▸ i mean of course, he’s your first after all!

“i can tell this is real important to ya so, let me know if i can help, yeah?”

▸ keeps his word :)

▸ if you told him before you began transitioning, mammon helps with whatever you need.

▸ need a binder that’ll fit? he’ll look for the best one!

- want shorter hair? he’s got you covered— er… well not him exactly, he’ll probably just ask asmo. but still !!!!

▸ you can even borrow some of his clothes if you want !!

▸ hell, he’ll take you shopping for some of the best outfits too. whatever fits your preferences!

▸ gotta keep his man up to date on the latest trends! :V

▸ if you’re on T and are comforting with it, he’ll even help you with that too :)

▸ idk if this counts as nsfw 💀 buuuut if you wanted, he can get you a few packers if you’re feeling especially dysphoric down there.

▸ if you’re planning on getting surgery, he’ll be with you throughout the whole thing !! …though mammon will be a little nervous about you going into surgery… he keeps looking at medical failures and silently hopes yours go well.

▸if you do get top surgery... well, mammon gets a little panicked every time he sees the scars...how much did it hurt?? are you okay??? if you’re insecure about them he knows how to make them less visible....

▸ he’s just worried !! not used to seeing humans post-op, specially not ones he cares about.

▸ he does however help you save up for any other surgeries you want :)

▸ if you wear binders...he’s a bit aggressive about your binder 🧍🏽

▸he read about how unhealthy it is for humans to wear it for too long and he got reaall nervous about it

▸ what do you mean it can hurt your ribs??? what the hell?? how long have you been wearing it for-

▸ he sets up a timer…😭 if you wear it for too long he’ll get fussy about it.

▸ he’s just worried…he convinced himself you’ll die if you wear it for two days straight 😭😭 (me)

▸ every little milestone is celebrated :)

▸ you grew facial hair?? your voice is a lot deeper? you got surgery??

▸ he’ll congratulate you and treat you like an absolute king.

▸ mammon loves you, to the moon and back. no matter what, you’re still his mc, through and through.

▸ he’ll do this regardless but he’s always showing you off...... like.... “look at how much better my boyfriend is compared to yours!! lol!!” he’s insane let him be.

▸ if anyone gives you a hard time he’ll get real protective about it. like sure, he trusts you to hold off on your own, BUT- if they’re persistent...then he’ll be there to take care of it for ya lol

▸ on the days your dysphoria is especially bad, he’s there reassuring you about every little insecurity.

▸ if it’s like “shark week” he’s going to be even more affectionate! always there with whatever you may need.

▸ he’s got your back! always.

leviathan.

▸ his first thought is “same”

▸ nah but he understands! he knows what it’s like to be uncomfortable in your own body and wishing you were built a different way.

▸and then it dawns on him...you told him something so personal....

▸ levi holds back his tears after realizing you trusted him with this information. (forgive him he’s not used to being confided in like that hhasjhd)

▸ for a while, he doesn’t really react. he’s not sure how to.

▸ eventually he puts a hand on your shoulder and reassures you he loves and accepts you.

▸ it doesn’t really change his views on you. you’re still his henry! (he does start comparing you more to henry rather than ruri-chan. subtle difference but it’s sweet)

▸ on days when your dysphoria is especially bad, levi surprisingly is such a great comfort.

▸ you never have to tell him, he somehow already knows.

▸ it’s like he can sense the negative emotions or something.

▸ either way, levi will always invite you to his room.

▸ you need someone to vent to? he’s listening to every word.

▸ you just want a distraction? he’s the KING of distractions.

▸ knows how to get your mind off things easily.

▸ games, anime, shows you like, or just lounging around n’ talking, anything! despite his reserved nature, levi knows how to keep a conversation rolling.

▸ if you do decide to vent, he asks if you want to just confide in him or want advice.

▸ if you just want him to listen, he’ll do so without any interruptions.

▸both of you will sit for as long as you want in his bathtub, while he absentmindedly plays with your hair (if u let him lol)

▸ if you want advice on anything, surprisingly he’s got a bunch. levi’s dealt with his own gender issues in his life before.

▸when you’re the living embodiment of envy, its hard not to be jealous of others- especially when they were born in a way you weren’t.

▸he tells you what helps him either feel less dysphoric or helps him calm down when things get especially bad

▸helps you try like a thousand things before you find ur own special niche that helps :)

▸ levi knows what its like to drown in self doubt and negativity, and hates seeing you go through something similar.

▸ it’s hypocritical of him, sure, but he’ll always reassure you of any lingering concern you might have.

▸ if you’re doing voice training, levi’s real good at that!

▸ he went through a phase where he wanted to be a voice actor…so he knows some basic things.

▸ levi’s actually really good with hair! he can style it to whatever style you want, cut it to any length!

▸perks of being a cosplayer ig....

▸ like mammon, every milestone is celebrated.

▸ throughout your transitioning, (if you haven’t already) he’s there every step of the way, encouraging you, telling you that he loves you and that he’s proud.

▸ he just hopes he can become some sort of comfort for you.

asmo.

▸ when having the conversation about it, he’s the most serious he’s ever been.

▸ asmo listens to everything you have to say, not interrupting you at all.

▸ it’s a little unnerving, honestly.

▸ but once you’re finished talking, he smiles and hugs you.

▸ his hug is tight and full of love.

▸ he thanks you for telling him, happy to know you trust him enough to tell him.

▸ out of the three, asks a lot of questions!

▸ he just wants to know what you are and aren’t comforting with anymore.

▸ you like certain terms? a certain set of pronouns? done and done! he’ll keep it all in mind.

▸ helps a lot with your transitioning! especially if you want to transition socially.

▸ asmo understands the concept, but never truly gets gendered clothing.

▸ but if it’s something that’ll help, he’ll gladly let you into his closet or take you out shopping!

▸ no matter your preference, masculine, feminine or maybe even an androgynous look, he’s got you covered!

▸ like levi, he also specializes in voice training! no special reason, he just does.

▸ he’ll invite you over to his room for voice training lessons lol (but if you want the more professional approach, he’ll hook you up..somehow)

▸ asmo’s nothing but loving! his affection helps you feel a little less insecure about your own body.

▸ he gives out a lot of praise too! on days you’re feeling euphoric, or just happy about something relating to your gender, he’s there congratulating you for it.

▸ asmo knows the importance of self love and what a bad self esteem can do to someone.

▸ so naturally, he just wants you feeling your best always!

▸ constantly complimenting you.

▸ but when words of encouragement aren’t enough to help you, that’s okay too.

▸ he’ll hold you, kiss the crown of your head and tells what he loves about you.

▸ on your worst days, he’s there. asmo’s great at comfort, whatever you need he’ll get.

▸ especially if it’s something relating to your totm. makes you feel like an absolute KING

▸ if anyone misgenders you, he’s the first one to get on they ass for it tbh..

- val

#valsfw #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me fluff headcanons #leviathan headcanons #mammon headcanons #asmodeus headcanons #asmo headcanons #levi headcanons #leviathan fluff #asmodeus fluff #asmo fluff #mammon fluff #obey me male mc #obey me male reader #obey me trans mc #sorry these seem short im ifj4nfjk #i'll do more trans mc to make up for this post lhhnng

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yandere-daydreams · 5 years ago

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okay but i love the idea of simeon (obm) trying to keep his darling pure and incorrupt from the demons; if they are corrupt then they can’t follow him to the celestial realm. so instead, he kidnaps them and locks them up until the exchange program is done, he’s constantly teaching them how to be a good person and how to repent for their sins, so once they die they can join him. somehow they escape and are sent to the human world but simeon sneaks his way into becoming their guardian angel.

I figured I should get back to requests with a little Simeon, if only because I’m really, /really/ hoping he’s in some of the new chapters. Consider this self-indulgent, at best, and only loosely related to the actual request, at worst. I like to stay on-brand.

Title: Safe-Guard.

TW: Imprisonment, Mentions of Kidnapping, and Mentions of Death.

You used to wonder why Simeon prayed.

You knew why Luke did. Whenever he was nervous or scared or more frustrated than he usually was, you could hear him muttering to himself, repeating the same verse of stilted latin until his temper cooled and he could get back to berating the reason for his distress. It was reassuring, to him, an involuntary, familiar way to comfort himself that he undoubtedly thought would show his commitment to whatever higher-power there was to listen. Simeon didn’t need something so childish, though. His prayers were hushed and mumbled, but they weren’t hasty or rushed or symptoms of an anxiety he had yet to grow out of. It wasn’t like Simeon needed to show his devotion to something holy, either, not from your perspective. To you, he was something holy.

He was still something holy, if you were being honest with yourself.

Even after everything he’d done, interrupting his little rituals felt wrong, like your interference would pervert a ceremony you had no right to play a part in. It didn’t help that you were so far below him, like this, sitting on the floor as he perched himself on the edge of your bed, the silver shackles wound around your ankles and wrists only working to cement your situation, the engravings carved into their metallic surface keeping you bound to whatever space Simeon desired you to occupy. Currently, that was one of the spare rooms in Purgatory Hall, one smaller than Luke’s or Solomon’s and far enough from the rest of the bedrooms to make all your screaming and yelling useless. Not that anyone would come, even if they did hear you. If Simeon said you were fine, you were fine. He was an angel, after all, and such a beautiful one, at that. There wasn’t a person in the world who had reason not to trust him.

“Is something wrong, (Y/n)?

His voice caught you off-guard. So deep in your own thoughts, you hadn’t noticed when his gentle mantras stopped, his beaded rosary falling into his left hand with a limp, ceramic rattle. He was facing you, now, watching as you pulled your knees to your chest and willed yourself to melt into the wall, your mind only bothering to process his questions after it floundered under the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his sudden concentration. You swallowed something jagged and thick, but you didn’t try to stop yourself from replying. You didn’t try to force yourself into disobedience, not when you didn’t have to. “I don’t know,” You mumbled, the answer coming more quietly than you would’ve liked. “I think someone might’ve kidnapped me, but I’m not sure. I think I’m being held hostage when I don’t want to be, and my captor keeps asking me why I’m upset.”

He clicked his tongue, curling his fist around his rosary before tucking it into some unseen pocket of his seamless, draping get-up, but he was smiling, his neutrality akin to pleasant amusement, the expression warm and vaguely condescending. “Such a shame,” He noted, his tone laced with faux-sympathy. “Maybe if you answered this captor of yours honestly, he wouldn’t have to ask so often.”

You pursed your lips, staying silent for a second or two, but a witty response alluded you as swiftly as you lost the will to find one. “I still don’t know why I’m here,” You admitted, somewhat hesitantly. “You said you were afraid the brothers would hurt me, but that wouldn’t drive a person to imprisonment. No one resorts to kidnapping because they’re scared.” You still couldn’t quite bring yourself to blame him, not aloud. He deserved your rage, you deserved to be furious, but for whatever reason, you’ve staved off the anger like an illness you’d never recover from. It was a coping mechanism, you guessed. You didn’t really want to find out if it was anything more than that. “I want an explanation. A real explanation.”

He sighed, the sound wistful, just a little disappointed. With a shake of his head, he stood, taking a moment to survey your position before letting himself fall to your side. Even on the floor, just as low and stooped-over as you were, he held himself with an air of casual grace, his posture strung with such an enlightened levity, he hardly seemed to have to hold himself up at all. It never failed to make you stare, if only for a moment. It wasn’t enough to make you love him, but it made him impossible to resent, your turmoil only getting worse when he bothered to look at you, his small smile instantly morphing into a soothing grin. He didn’t touch you, but you almost wished he would. If it was kind, you could melt into him, find solace in the reassurance that he wasn’t going to hurt you. And if it wasn’t…

If it wasn’t, you could stop hating yourself for wanting to hate him.

“I wasn’t lying,” He started, the declaration weighted despite his apparent light-heartedness. “I am trying to protect you. When I leave this place, I plan to take you with me. The Celestial Realm would make such a lovely home for us, and while I don’t expect you to grateful for the dislocation…” Another sigh, this one more of an unconscious exhale. He trying to be as honest with himself as he wanted to be with you. “You’ll be safe. Your world is difficult, it’s messy, and the Devildom isn’t any better. I don’t trust it to take care of you, not like the angels would.”

Not like he would. His selfishness was well-masked, but it lingered just below the surface. Dark and brewing, but deniable. “You could’ve asked,” You tried, weakly. “This isn’t my world, and I still have months before I’m supposed to go back. The Devildom is dangerous, but the brothers--”

“Demons corrupt.” It was a forceful interruption, one that left you equal parts concerned and confused. You moved to speak, but his hand found yours before you could, silencing you with a slight squeeze. Just tight enough to let you know he wasn’t finished. “Lucifer and the others mean well, but they’re… They fell for a reason. The more time you spend around them, the more you’re tempted to be like them. You would’ve become reckless, bloodthirsty, disobedient. They would’ve taken your soul and ruined it.” He forced himself to stop with a ragged inhale, a deep breath to remind himself not to let his explanation turn into a rant. As rigid and as disciplined as always, even in his moments of weakness. “You can be purified, but their intervention would make it near-impossible. If I let a demon get to you, if I let one touch you, the best I could hope for would be a cold reception. A warm welcome would’ve been out of the question.”

“Even then,” You said, tensing not but daring to pull away. “It’s not like I can stay with you. I’m not a demon or an angel, I’ll have to go home eventually.”

At that, every trace of his inhibition disappeared. “Not as you are,” He corrected, intertwining his fingers with yours in earnest, raising your hand and pushing a slow, easy kiss into the back of your wrist, just above your glinting cuff. If you were being hopeful, you’d call the gesture apologetic, but you weren’t nearly optimistic enough to assume he was remorseful. “Things can change, love. Humans are such beautiful creatures, gifted with the ability to ascend in exchange for their mortality. You’ll need a guiding hand, sure, but I’m patient. We have more than enough time to make the right arrangements.”

“And if I don’t want to be an angel?” It didn’t take a genius to guess what he had in mind, nor did it take any great amount of empathy to understand why you weren’t as pleased with his plans as he appeared to be. “That’s not what I… I’ll have to die, Simeon, won’t I? You’ll have to--”

Before you could finish, his lips were pressed against yours, stunning you into a frozen, paralyzed silence. It wasn’t an aggressive kiss, his touch tender and nothing short of loving as he cupped your cheek, urging you to come closer, nor did he stop you from pulling away when you finally remembered you could move. Rather, he only slipped down to your neck, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. He hadn’t denied it, he hadn’t even tried, but you didn’t push him too.

The wide, giddy smile soon pressing against your skin was more than enough of an answer for you.

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kbstories · 8 years ago

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Blank Slate (I’ll Write Your Name)

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hostage Situations, Brainwashing, Aftermath of Torture

>>> Read on AO3

This one-shot was originally published as “Blank Slate” in the MGS F/anthology “Our Beloved Monsters” (OBM)!

Teaser under the cut!

The Intel team works in shifts, a fresh set of hands replacing the ones trembling with exhaustion. A few constant fixtures remain: Snake, of course, all those miles away infiltrating the enemy base with precision, like a deadly virus infecting their systems slowly but surely; Quiet, eyes locked on the video feed which shows a series of dark vents, sewers, corridors, her earpiece jacked into the comms that transmit whisper-soft steps and even breathing; and the Commanders on radio support, the heart of the operation.

It’s through them that the Intel team finds its focus, the final filter between Mother Base and Big Boss. Currently it’s Miller manning the radio, relaying the newest info Ocelot handed him a few minutes ago before he went to take a break, stretch his legs.

Miller’s in his element, that much is clear from his attentive posture and the light banter he maintains with Snake, full of references only they understand. Quiet doesn’t know how exactly their partnership came to be nor does she care to find out – the important thing is that Diamond Dogs works because of it, both men in synch despite the distance. Trust is what makes the difference between life and death. It’s because of this that Snake and Miller have survived. Others have not.

A muffled curse in her ear interrupts Quiet’s thoughts; she snaps upright, refocusing on the large screen displaying Snake’s progress. The sounds of struggling, strained grunts–

The feed flickers to static.

All hell breaks loose.

>>> Read on AO3

#mgs #mgsv #sniper quiet #kazuhira miller #vkaz #venom snake #actually centered around quiet & kaz but alas vkaz is present too #posted with permission from t so please enjoy c:#fanfiction #mgs fanfiction #my stuff #EDIT: i forgot to mention my semester is ending soon #so i'll be back with fresh stuff soon c:

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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headcanons for an Mc with cptsd and the brothers accidentally trigger them? (Not during the actively violent parts in the Canon game....just little things that remind them of trauma.)

Ah yes! I can definitely do this! As someone with C-PTSD, It is something I see in fics a lot that I havent ever felt relatable to my own experience so I will try to reflect that in here for anyone else who's experienced the same thing in the fandom! (I've been thinking about making this into a series as well but its on the backburner for now until I finish the main two I'm working on)

The Brothers Accidentally trigger Mc's C-PTSD

Fandom: Obey me

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Headcanons

Written for GN!MC

CW: C-PTSD, panic attacks, Self-injurious behavior (e.g. hair-pulling, head-banging, scratching), implications of past abuse, somewhat suggestive on Asmo’s part, spoilers for lessons 16+

Lucifer

He, frankly, has no idea how we got here.

One minute they were fine, but the next Mc is shaking violently and sobbing.

When he tried to approach uou for comfort, you began screaming "No" at him and completely backed yourself as far away as possible

Lucifer is usually pretty insightful but it will take him a few minutes to figure out what it is he did wrong.

Eventually he will realize that it was the way he raised his voice at Mammon after he tried to swipe one of his priceless vases from the common room.

He will approach you slowly, soften his voice as best he can, and try to calm you down by getting you to take deep breaths.

He won't get too close at first for fear of having you bolt on him, but as you come down from the panic he will slowly inch closer.

Once you're lucid enough, he will apologize and ensure that aggression was not directed at you, and that he wasn't going to hurt you.

Lucifer will also offer you physical comfort if you want, holding his arms out for you.

He will completely abandon all of his tasks and take you to either his room or the study, and will spend the rest of whatever is left of the day listening to calming music with you.

He will make you whatever your calming drink of choice is (tea, coffee, hot coco, warm milk, etc) and ensure you're drinking enough water.

He will play games with you as a distraction. Chess, checkers, cribbage, mancala...(really whatever game you want to play)

He will also ensure you have some tactile comfort, whether that be a feather from his wings, one of the plushies he won you from the Carnival, or the gyroscope in his office.

If you want to talk about it, he will be there to lend an ear. Really he wants to learn more about you and other humans, so this will be something he is very intently listening too. He may ask some questions, but will only have you answer them if you feel comfortable doing so.

He will ask what your triggers are so he can avoid doing something to hurt you- even if they go against his usual nature.

Expect him to be very careful from now on, chosing his words carefully and watching his tone the next time he gets angry at one of his brothers and you're around.

Mammon

He really doesn't mean what he says when he insults you. He just is too embarrassed to admit how he feels.

But when he tells you your useless and stupid for the hundredth time, it finally makes you snap.

He stands there dumbfounded after you run away from him sobbing, not really knowing what to do.

After he snaps out of his daze, he immediately goes to find you. He had gotten into the habit of the insults, and you would never really give a response other than a wince and going quiet.

Well...now that he thinks about it, that's maybe a sign it has been grating on you.

He finds you in your room, sobbing relentlessly on the floor with your arms scratched up to hell and back.

At first he panics- seeing you hurt yourself terrified him. He rushes over to you and tears your nails away from your arms.

When you begin to beg him not to hurt you and profusely apologize for being "just a stupid fuck up", his heart breaks.

He would apologize relentlessly and admit to you everything- why he insults you all the time, how worried he was, how much he loves you.

He would do his best to calm you down (I say do his best because he may end up making it worse before he realizes what you need)

From here on out, he definitely would be more mindful of the insults, trying his best to be open with you about his feelings, or at least be more gentle with his teasing.

There may be times when he slips up, but he makes sure to atone as best his can

He would also be very sensitive to when others insult you, making sure to immediately come to your defense. He would also take you aside afterwards and remind you just how much you mean to him, how smart you are, how helpful you've been to everyone, etc...

Levi

In hindsight, Levi should have seen this one coming...Of course he would fuck everything up

He wanted to be closer to you, but he remembered that being closer to someone entails you seeing his deeper flaws...and well...his impatience and easily triggered frustration are definitely some big ones.

But even so...your reaction to him throwing his controller and yelling when he dies the thousandth time on his new game seemed to be way over the top.

One minute you were sitting excitedly in the chair next to him, watching him game...and the next you were literally cowering in the furthest corner of his room and shielding your body from him as best you can.

He tries to approach you, but your screamed apologies for what you'd "done" to "make him angry" make him halt.

After a few moments of gears turning, it clicks to him that you've experienced something like this before...but directed at you.

Cue the festering guilt. He never meant to hurt you...damn these video games, you're more important to him than some stupid boss fight.

He will likely text one of his brothers (either Lucifer or Satan) and ask what to do, because he is terrified of hurting you more.

Once he has an idea of how to help though, he will be very calm and gentle, albeit nervous. He will likely offer you tactile comfort- like his Ruri-Chan pillow, or letting you pet his tail.

Once your comfortable enough, he'd hold your hand and make sure you know you've done nothing wrong, and that this is something he needs to fix himself.

And he will work on it, but it will take a bit of time. Old habits die hard for Levi, so he will have to be very intentional about his work on his irritability, and will probably opt for easier games when you're around to avoid outbursts.

Satan

This is the exact situation he'd feared would happen.

It really was an accident...and Satan knew that. But he just couldn’t help getting angry when you knocked over a stack of rare books... especially after one of the books ended up ruined by one of his absentmindedly placed candles.

His room was always a mess, and even he knocked over the stacks of books littering the floor from time to time...and besides, he was the one who insisted you come to his room to read because he found the clutter in his room more comfortable, so he knew a lot of the blame fell on him.

Regardless, he was so used to lashing out at others and blaming them for his upset, that his anger came out directed toward you.

He impulsively snapped at you, scolding you intensely for being clumsy, careless, and unaware of your surroundings.

He regretted the words the minute they fell from his mouth as your eyes grew misty with tears and your body began to tremble...He must have raised his voice louder than intended.

He tried to apologize immediately but you flinched when he approached. His heart ached when he say you jerk your body away from him so violently, as if you were afraid he would lay a hand on you.

He stood, dumbfounded, as you ran from the room in a fit of uncontrolled sobs and shuttered breathing.

He caught up to you quickly though, because- in your re-activated state- you became disoriented in the spiraling halls of the HOL.

He found you on the floor in the music room, curled up against the Grand Piano as you rocked yourself back and forth and cried.

He would hesitate to approach you, worried he may frighten you more...but after hearing your hyperventilating become worse, he sucks back his anxiety and approaches you cautiously.

He would sit next to you- as close as you’d allow him to get- and gently reassure that you were safe and that he wasn’t going to hurt you.

He would try to help guide you through some circular breathing exercises, finding that doing it with you helped ease his worry as well.

Once you were breathing evenly again, he would apologize about his reaction to the accident, taking the responsibility of ensuring his room is free of hazards that could get in anyone’s way regardless of if they were clumsy or not.

If you weren’t able to talk, he would try to help you communicate how you could - squeezing his hand to yes/no questions, ASL if you know it, or in drawing/writing.

He would offer to go on a walk if you still found yourself activated, doing his best to help you back down mentally. If you didn’t want to leave the house, he’d have you help him make some tea and some baked goods to distract your thoughts.

Satan would definitely opt to read in your room or the library with you more often than not because he cant trust himself to ensure his room is clean enough, and he tried his best to continue improving his anger-management techniques he learned from some self-help books.

Asmo

Asmo is a bit confused as to what’s happening with you, and that fuels his own worry.

Did he do or say something wrong? One minute he was kissing you on his bed, making slow efforts to explore your body...and the next you’re screaming for him to get off of you and to stop.

Obviously he listens. He wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you. Just the thought of it tears him up inside.

He tries his best to comfort you- trying to hold your hand, give you a hug, or give you sweet kisses to calm you down, but it ultimately makes things worse.

It isn’t until you lock yourself in his bathroom that he starts to try to put the pieces together. Once he realizes you’re experiencing reactivation, he will feel terrible for not figuring that out sooner.

He wont intrude into the bathroom, but will speak to you through the door. He will do his best to present himself in a non-threatening way, reassuring you that he isn’t going to hurt you like others had in the past and apologizing for not recognizing what you needed.

After he hears your sobbing cease, he will announce he is entering the bathroom. Asmo will be very careful in opening the door slowly, announcing his every action before he does them.��

When he sees the fistfulls of hair stuck to your hands and scratches littering your face and neck, he will have to fight the urge to wrap you into a tight hug- reminding himself how that only worked to make the flashback more real.

He will ask to touch you before he does. If you give him permission, he will gently stroke the areas where you had hurt yourself, muttering healing spells over them as he does.

If you try to talk to him, he hushes you. He doesn’t want to hear any apologies for the trauma response and he want’s you to rest yourself in every way.

He will offer to draw you a bath if you’d like, not pushing you to even have him in the room while you relax in the warm water.

If you want him there, of course he’d be there though. But if not, he won’t give any objection. Instead, he will gather as many soft things onto his bed as he can, and get anything you need to feel grounded.

Soothing music or sounds? It’s queued up. Sensory toys? He’s already grabbed a bunch from your room. Calming oils/scents? He’s lit 40 candles already, don’t you worry.

After you get out, he will help you into a nest of blankets and pillows and hold onto your hand while you relax, doing what he can to help. Anything you ask of him, he’s right there to grab it- and he is going to always be reassuring you that he’s not mad or upset with you.

Beel

He didn’t really expect this to happen when he gathered you in his arms for a tight hug after having a long day at RAD.

Perhaps it was the hazy gloom in his mind that made him forget to ask permission before touching you- like he usually does. He would ask to touch you out of courtesy before and wanting to respect your personal space, but now realizes he needs to do it every time because of this.

The minute he wraps his arms around you from behind In the hallway, you yelp loudly and squirm out of his grasp. In the process, you manage to contort your body in such unnatural angles in a desperate attempt to get away from him...so much so that he’s worried you seriously injured yourself.

But when he reaches out to your shoulder, you yelp once more and back yourself as far away from him as you can.

Everything about you looked and felt panicked. The labored breathing, wide eyes, relentless tears, and shaking body.

Beel felt his own nervousness rise at your response. He hadn’t intended to hurt you, and he was worried you thought maybe he was trying to.

Against his better judgement, he reached out again to try to comfort you. This time though, you jolted backwards, slamming your head against the lockers behind you.

Beel panicked, fighting the urge to cradle you in his arms while also trying to make sure you were okay.

Before he could really make any concrete observations though, you began screaming at him to get away from you- catching the attention of other demons in the hall. Beel would also be panicking, desperately trying to look around for one of his brothers to help.

Likely either Satan or Lucifer would be the ones to calm you down, getting you grounded back to reality by taking you into a less crowded play (Satan would likely bring you to the library, Lucifer would bring you to his office).

Beel nervously looks on while they practice the grounding techniques with you, taking note of how to help you in the future.

After you’ve calmed down, he would profusely apologize to you for not realizing he had hurt you and having no idea what to do. Even if you say you forgive him, he still feels very guilty.

He would be open to talking about your triggers and identifying what helps when you are reactivated. He would also go out of his way to learn more and teach his other brothers should they accidentally trigger you as well.

Belphie

Well, it is simply said that whoever your MC is with C-PTSD...seeing Belphie in general is probably a pretty huge trigger.

For the sake of these headcanons though, lets just say that you were able to move past the whole “He killed you in a very gross way and then tried to act like nothing happened” bit that is canon in the game, but that sometimes him cuddling you too tightly triggered you pretty severely.

He would be uncertain how to respond when you suddenly seize up and go completely catatonic when he tries to cuddle up next to you in the attic when you both lay down for a nap.

And Belphie would probably notice pretty quickly. He’s very observant, especially when it comes to you and Beel.

He thinks at first he may have squeezed you a little too tight and you were just uncomfortable. He may crack a joke about you needing to relax because a firm pillow just isn’t comfortable, right?

But he casts all jokes aside when your body begins shaking violently beneath him, and he sees your thousand-yard stare with tears cascading from your eyes like waterfalls.

At this moment, he panics. He doesn’t know what’s happening, and he’s very scared. At first he may think you’re having a seizure.

When he brings his hands to your face to try to hold your head still, he becomes even more concerned with the way it sounds like you can’t breathe.

He would ultimately call on one of his brothers (likely Beel) to help. Once Beel is able to get you to calm down (thanks to what he’s learned from Satan and Lucifer), Belphie would be eerily quiet.

During Beel’s attempts to get you to relax, Belphie overheard him quietly murmur that Belphie wasn’t going to hurt you again, and that would ultimately shatter his heart.

Sometimes he forgets just how much damage he’s done to your psyche, despite the fact that you had forgiven him.

He would probably leave- at least for a bit- because he’s worried about re-triggering you. You would either have to seek him out again yourself or get Beel to bring him back to you.

After a long talk with many apologies on his end, you’re able to make peace with it. Belphie understands he can’t undo what he’s done, but he wants to learn how to make things easier for you.

He will do what he can to help you when you’re triggered, and get whoever you think is the most helpful at helping you down from reactivation- because he knows it wont be him.

He would also make an intentional effort to be even more observant of your moods and physical movements for signs that you may already be in an elevated state that he may make worse.

Overall, he just really doesn’t want you to associate him with the terrible things he’s done anymore...but he doesn’t blame you for it.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Headcanons for how the Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo, and Diavolo would each react to a demon trying to grind on Mc when they're out at the fall? The demon continues trying to make a move on them n stuff even after they say back off or maybe they try to spike their drink or something? I love your work!

Thanks for the request!

Mc is Harassed by a Demon at the Fall

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters Featured: Lucifer, Mammon, Asmo, Diavolo

Genre: hurt/comfort, headcanons

Written for a Gn!Mc

Cw: Sexual Harassment/Assault, swearing, alcohol use on Asmo's part

Scenario: Mc is out for a night at the Fall with the demon in question. Throughout the night, Mc is pursued by a particularly ballsy demon. Mc tried their best to avoid/turn them down, but they were annoyingly persistent. When he catches on though, the demon is definitely in for it.

Lucifer would notice almost immediately that a lower demon was tailing the two of you throughout the night.

He figured the demon wouldn’t be stupid enough to try to hurt you, so he didn’t do anything about it until you tried saying something first.

(Despite wanting to protect you, he knows you have your own boundaries and can stand up for yourself).

If he notices your mood begin to sour, he will try to talk to you about it and ask if you need help putting the bastard in his place.

If you tell him yes, he will tell the demon to fuck off in as threatening a way as he can.

If you tell him no, and that you can handle it, he will trust you, but will keep an eye on you throughout the night.

When the demon tries to touch you though, he snaps.

Immediate demon form, getting right in the demon’s face, and shielding you behind him while he roars at them to stay away from you.

After the demon finally takes the hint and scurries away, he will check to see if you’re okay, and will probably take you home.

He prefers a quiet night in with you anyway.

Diavolo would probably be having too much fun to notice anything immediately, but if he sees you turning around and talking to someone frequently he will begin to pay attention.

He will try to tune into the conversation over the loud music and he may only get key lines like “not interested” or “leave me alone” out of what you say.

He will immediately wrap his large arms around you and give a wide toothy grin as he grinds on you. He may even let his hands wander a little freely.

(Basically, he’s signaling to the other demon that your spoken for.)

If that’s not enough to deter the demon from trying to pursue you, Diavolo will quickly text Barbatos to have the demon “taken care of” as he tows you off to a booth to sit for a minute.

He will apologize for being handsy but explain he was trying to protect you.

Basically will be fine with staying or leaving, whatever you want to do. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable.

Asmo would probably be too absorbed with his fans dancing closely around to catch a demon trying to make a move on you, even after you indicate your disinterest.

(and let’s face it, he’d probably be blasted too, so his awareness is down pretty far)

You would probably have to get his attention into what was going on by pulling him away from the crowd for a moment.

Once he sees you’re concerned though, he would immediately stand on defense for you.

Screw his fans, you’re more important than them.

If the other demon still wouldn’t let up, he would probably get very pissy with them, even going so far as hissing if they got too close and maybe even lashing out violently depending on how drunk he is

He wouldn’t want to leave, but would if the demon wouldn’t stop trying to harass you, he would reluctantly take you home.

All he wanted was for you both to have a fun night, and this shit head ruined it. >:(

Oh well, there’s always more parties, more events at the club, and more dancing you can do- even in the privacy of his bedroom

...that is, until Lucifer turns off the power when you both are too loud.

Mammon probably notices just as fast, if not faster than Lucifer would.

He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you in the club, so any demon trying to come onto you or grind on you was sure to be noticed right away.

At first he just growls and turns both your body and his away from the demon, and he gets mad when the dick head wont take the hint that you’re spoken for.

If the demon tried to grind on you again, he would be screeching like a damn banshee.

He was RIGHT. THERE. The audacity the demon had to try to touch you again right in front of his face! As if they think he’s weak or something??

He would lay into them verbally to try to get his message across, but if they don’t take it seriously and try to touch you again, someone’s arm is coming off. Literally.

You both would probably find yourselves banned from the fall after he tries to argue with the bouncer over why ripping another demon’s arms off was justified.

He’s pissy about it at first...but ultimately he gets over it because he’s still with you

He’d probably just take you on a walk, loudly complaining about how the whole club scene was bullshit anyways and he “didn’t even like it there” to begin with, but you know he’s hurt.

Maybe holding hands with him will make him feel better...or maybe will just fluster him enough to snap his mouth shut.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Hello, I was wondering if you would be willing to write a specific situation with Lucifer, Barbatos and Simeon where the reader used to receive all kind of abuse for years, and feels like they are not worth any kind of good things happening to them. As in, they will unconsciously just reject it, or feel like it's for being polite. I'm sorry if it's too sensitive or something. Thank you for writing

Hi there anon! I absolutely can do this, but I am going to change the wording a bit and make this more a headcanon set for how these three approach an Mc with RSD - which is similar in how you are describing the characteristics of Mc here.

For those of you who don't know, Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD) is a way to describe a cluster of symptoms that occurs within folks who are neurodivergent and/or have experienced extensive trauma, in which they have a strong sensitivity or fear of social rejection, criticism, or any sort of sense that they are being rejected socially. Some of the symptoms that this includes is low self-worth, emotional volatility, social anxiety, difficulties feeling connected to others, social withdrawal and pushing others away, and disbelief/distrust of affection or positive feedback. For many years, it was believed this was only something that could be passed through genetics in folks with ADHD, but now we have a better understanding of the symptoms and mental health, we know that RSD can exist within a variety of mental illnesses, such as ADHD, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Trauma or Stress Disorders, and Eating Disorders!

Also, I decided to add headcanons for other Obey Me! characters too, given that I have a feeling that will be asked for eventually.

How they comfort an Mc with Rejection-Sensitive Dysphoria

Fandom: Obey me!

Characters featured: Brothers & Datables

Genre: Comfort

Written for a GN!Mc (you/yours pronouns)

CW: Allusion to/brief mentions of past abuse but vaguely, RSD, social rejection/exclusion

Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating a variety of mental health issues, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of crisis, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the HelpGuide.org to get connected to the appropriate helpline, both in the US and internationally.

Diavolo

Diavolo at first would be surprised that you tend to push his affections away and come off to him as cold, but that doesn’t mean he stops giving you affection!

He will keep offering you kindness and mild flirtation despite that because that’s just who he is!

Though, this may backfire for him if you see him acting similarly with others. But you cannot ignore the fact that the way he treats you makes you feel special!

But often you question if you deserve it, and anyone who you’d bring this question to would tell you Diavolo is head over heels for you.

If you finally decide to bring your insecurity of being rejected to him and your past history of rejection/neglect/abuse, he would double down, doing his best to prove to you that you are worthy of his love (and you are!!)

He will probably become a lot more physically affectionate too, if that’s something you’re okay with- like lots of hand-holding and hugs for sure!

He will also give you tons and TONS of verbal validation that he loves you (either platonically or romantically, however your Mc fits in with him!)

Overall he’s really good at his reassurance, and does his best to rid you of your rejection fears- at least with him! He will also try to validate and ensure that others want to be around you too as best he can, though this may be harder to believe.

Barbatos

Barbatos’ cold demeanor makes him a bit harder to be vulnerable around, and it makes sense that you fear he hates you or doesn’t want to be around you when his life revolves around the prince of Hell.

Out of habit, you try not to get close to him despite the fact that it pains you to push him away, but you’ve convinced yourself any type of relationship with him isn’t worth it.

Over time, Barbatos will be concerned with the fact that you seemingly bypass him or act very surface-level around him, but he’d be lying if he didn’t say he hadn’t noticed it with the others too.

He tries his best to grow closer, but it all just seems like he’s doing his “job” to you. Eventually though, he will figure this out.

He would approach you about it, but gently- probably inviting you on a tea date and asking what keeps you at arms length.

He knows of your past already given his insight into your life prior to you coming here, but he would still let you talk at your own pace and not make assumptions should you decide to open up about it to him.

Even if you decide not to open up to him, he will try harder to reaffirm the fact that he does love and admire you- perhaps still not saying it with words, but with more obvious actions- like inviting you over for tea dates, taking more specific time out of his schedule for you, learning about your tastes and making foods specifically palatable to you, etc.

Simeon

Simeon is smitten with you so quickly, so at first he may be hurt that you are so closed off and withdrawn.

After a while though, he will connect the dots and realize it’s not necessarily something he’s doing wrong, but due to your past experiences of people rejecting you and lying to you.

He would sit you down to talk to you about it, maybe being a little pushy about you opening up to him, but he just really wants to understand what he could do to make you feel loved.

He delivers on his goal though, and will do anything to get you to believe him when he says he cares about you and wants you around, even going so far as to write you letters weekly and leaving them in the HOL mailbox for you to find and read over.

He will also be much more in tune to your moods and offer whatever you may need in that moment- particularly if you’re isolating from others despite wanting interpersonal closeness.

He will make an effort to always spend time with you and engage in your hobbies, and make room for you to engage in his as well- ensuring that the activity is much more fun when done with you.

Solomon

Solomon is a bit more on the flirtatious side, so he may come off as just a sleeze ball at first when you meet him- resulting in you not taking any of his complements seriously.

Once he realizes you are dismissing every single compliment thought, he gets concerned- especially because he means every word.

He isn’t as in touch with his emotions as he used to be- living that long can sometimes jade a person.

He wont confront you on it, instead realizing that there is probably something in your past causing you to react that way and he will aim to rectify his actions appropriately.

If you decide to come to him though, he wont turn you away. He will listen intently and offer apologies for anything he’s said or done that had triggered your RSD.

He will try to be more genuine in his compliments, and work with you on actually believing them instead of shrugging them off.

He will also be more ready to stand at your aid when one of the brothers tease you- reminding them to watch who they’re insulting especially if they don’t mean it.

Belphie

Belphie would hate to admit it, but he understands the feeling to a degree.

He always feels like the odd one out amongst his brothers and friends alike, feeling that people are always annoyed with his low energy and random sleeping spells.

It may take awhile for you to be convinced that he means it when he says he wants to spend time with you- mostly due to, ya know, everything.

But over time, you would surely notice how his cuddles with you are so much different than his cuddles with his brothers- there’s a desperation to them, as if he’s afraid you’ll leave him.

If you decide to talk to him about it, he will be very open and honest in telling you that he can relate, and ensure you that he loves and cares about you despite everything.

Honestly, even just the talk alone may qualm your anxieties.

He is always open to reassure you, and you may even help each other with your rejection sensitivity- taking turns asking for reassurance when it’s needed and providing validation when the other needs it would surely strengthen your bond.

Beel

At first, Beel really just thinks you want nothing to do with him or the rest of his family when you push them away and reject his attempts at getting closer.

After you sacrifice yourself for him in the catacombs though, he knows that you care about him and wants to do so much to show you he does too.

Beel has a pretty stoic face, so sometimes its hard to tell when he is expressing genuine emotion. The difficulty in reading him may make some things come across differently than how he intends.

When he seems to not make any progress with your relationship with him, he will confront you on it- maybe a bit too directly.

If you decide to open up to him, he will be very present in listening to why you have a hard time believing others care.

He will wrap you in the tightest of hugs and assure you that he truly does care for you- and there’s probably not a single person he cares for more outside of his brothers like you. (expect lots more hugs from now on)

He will do his best to work on expressing more emotion outwardly, and showing you love through gift giving, acts of service, and quality time- like inviting you to the gym, doing things for you without being asked, or bringing you treats from his outing to Madam Screams

With each action, he will finish it by saying he loves you, and each one will be wholly genuine. (I definitely can see him saying it almost as much as Asmo)

Asmo

Asmo is stunned when you don’t accept/believe any of his compliments.

He has tried everything to convince you he is being genuine, and yet you still pull away from him.

Eventually he will be so starved for you to return his affection that he will come to you practically sobbing, wondering why you arent as enamored with him as he is you.

Obviously this goes without saying, but it’s hard to accept the embodiment of Lust’s attempts at affection at first when you’re almost certain that all he wants from you is sex, and he doesn’t really care about you as a whole...right?

Well, you would be wrong actually.

But Asmo doesn’t realize that’s where your heads at, so when you tell him, he sort of gets a wake up call and realizes that the genuine compliments mixed with intense flirting maybe wasn’t the best approach to take.

From here on, a lot of the flirtatious comments are kept at a minimum, and he often reassures you of more things about you that he likes other than just your appearance or your body.

Asmo will finish every action by stating, matter-of-factly, that he loves you and cherishes every moment you spend together.

After awhile, it will be pretty difficult not to believe him.

Satan

Satan is pretty aloof, especially when you are first getting to know him, so he doesn’t bat much of an eye at first when you’re a bit distant.

Though once he warms up to you, he is a bit shocked that you are constantly avoiding his attempts at building a closer relationship to you.

He will be especially shocked when you degrade yourself in response to his words of affirmation and attempts at romancing you

He will probably attribute it to things he personally had done- like the threats he made when he tried to force you into a pact with him

He will confront you about it quite bluntly, wanting to get to the bottom of it right away rather than letting it fester.

Once you open up to him, he will take in everything you say, immediately reworking how he approaches you in his brain.

He’s very gentle in his reassurance that he cares about you, and that he appreciates you for who you are.

He will be very patient with you, and do whatever it takes to reaffirm you that you mean the world to him.

He will also give more platonic physical affection (like hand-holding, snuggling, sitting close to you, etc) and make more of an effort to go out of his way to spend time with you, even digging into his brother’s quality time.

Levi

Oof, this boy hard relates to you and honestly would probably experience his own form of RSD given all he does in game with the self deprecation and difficulty accepting compliments

Honestly, he’s probably the one you would grow the most attached to given that he seems to mirror your avoidant responses and has a difficulty maintaining friendships with others

Though his comments on you being a normie and the “umm actually” attitude he has on occasion will wear on you, so he will be half surprised when you become more distant, but again his own rejection sensitivity will lead him to believe it’s because you don’t like him.

I imagine any confrontation about the situation will have to be spur of the moment, and I can see either of you nervously blurting it out at each other (and it goes something like this)

After a long talk, you both would form a sort of kinship regarding your RSD, and this would probably bond you both pretty close.

He’s not much for verbal affection, but he will try his best to reassure you he cares about you and loves you, and will work on reducing his own self-deprecation and accepting compliments if you promise to too.

Mammon

Mammon is completely oblivious to any signs that you are avoiding his attempts at getting closer or are triggered by his constant degrading.

He really does love you, but how are you to know when he constantly calls you stupid or useless, even if he doesn’t mean it and his brothers try to reassure you that his love for you is obvious.

It gets worse when he actually does start showing you more affection and slowly opening his true feelings to you and try to be physically close to you more. All this does is confuse you, and continue your internal cycle of thinking you’re misreading signs and actually are a nuisance to him

It will probably take a you having a break down in order for him to finally get it through his head that his words are actively hurting you and triggering your RSD

After he learns, he will feel SO terrible. Expect many apologies, tight hugs, and maybe even some tears from him as he understands more and more what you’ve been put through

From here on, he’s much more cautious in thinking over his words before he speaks, being sure that he’s not going to say anything to hurt you.

It takes awhile and he does make mistakes, but he does his best to rectify them.

Expect lots of make-up gifts, often things you had mentioned you wanted or needed in passing, with a formal apology and genuine iteration of how he loves you and would be lost without you.

Lucifer

Lucifer is another who is pretty aloof at first, and you wouldn’t be wrong in automatically assuming he wants nothing to do with you.

Though, after everything you’ve done for his family, he does want to get closer to you, despite the fact that his exterior is still calloused around his brothers

This may result in a lot of confusion for you. On one hand he is very soft when you’re alone, praising you and telling you how much he loves and cares...but on the other, he is distant and sometimes straight up neglectful around others.

Unintentionally, he is repeatedly triggering the RSD. He has some awareness into the fact that it impacts you eventually, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

He would probably try to approach you about it, being overly blunt, which may come across as accusatory, so I wouldn’t be shocked if it would push you into a breakdown.

Lucifer would soften after this and provide a nearly overwhelming amount of comfort. He will rub your back, snuggle you, give you some gentle kisses to your forehead or knuckles, and give a lot of verbal reassurance and apologies for how he’s acted.

Once you open up, Lucifer is very receptive and will ask what you need in regards to reassurance that he does care and love you.

He won’t automatically make assumptions, but if you’re not sure, he will try a variety of different things- like holding your hand or being physically close to you in public, more words of reassurance, taking time off work to spend time with you, gift giving, etc.

No matter what you say, consider it done- even if it may take a stab at his pride, because you’re worth sacrificing his sin for.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Hi um sorry if this is something you won’t write for please ignore it and I’m not trying to be inconsiderate. Recently I accepted that I was very likely groomed online in my preteen years. I’m a young adult now so it’s been years since it happened but it haunts me almost every day. I completely thought it wouldn’t be taken seriously or I’d be blamed if I told anyone (still do) and was wondering if you could write something for it? A headcanon list with Lucifer, Simeon, and Barbatos (and any others) or just a drabble with Barbatos if you are willing? Some sort of comfort or assurance that it’s not MC’s fault…? I hope this makes sense…

OH yes! I can write for this! I am so sorry you had that experience. I hope you know that it’s not your fault and that person who groomed you deserves a fate worse than death. Take care, anon <3

How they react to Mc being groomed as a child

Genre: hurt/comfort, Headcanons

Characters featured: Lucifer, Simeon, Barbatos

Written for a GN!MC (they/you pronouns)

TRIGGER WARNING: grooming, vague illusion to abuse, things associated with online pests who groom children.

Scenario: Mc has had a tough week filled with triggers to past experiences with past grooming, and decides to confide in him about it. Their speech is tearful and they are visibly distraught throughout their telling of the experience. This is how they will comfort them.

Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.

Lucifer

You find him in his office, of course. It’s late at night and you’re alone with your thoughts, so who better to seek out who would be awake at this hour.

He knows something is wrong the minute you ask if you can come into his office. Right away, he hears the timidness in your voice and sees your dour stance.

He will sit down on his soft leather couch next to you and pour you some demonus, telling you to take your time in saying what you need to say, because he can already tell it will be hard for you.

The minute you start telling him about your experience, his usual firm and cold demeanor drops and he intently focuses on your every word.

He will patiently wait until you’re done expelling your story before offering any thoughts, knowing its best for you to vent at your own pace, but he will provide indicators that he is listening (lots of eye contact, and expressions of grief for your experience)

He honestly can kind of relate, given his experience in the celestial realm will probably resemble some of the things you say. It may trigger something within himself that may make him particularly empathetic to your experience.

When you’re done talking, he will ask if you would like any physical comfort. If you say no, he will keep his distance. If you say yes though, he will pull you onto his lap and hold you gently, brushing your tears away and hushing you softly.

He will be adamant in convincing you it wasn’t your fault, and that you were not stupid for falling for any abuse tactics.

He may also ask for the individuals name...just for reference- I mean, a name can tell you a lot about a person, right? He definitely isn’t going to take a detour on his next trip to the human world to teach the person a lesson.

He will offer to stay with you through the night, either sleeping next to you or providing a distraction (like playing chess or a board game of your choice, or listening to music).

He will be much more protective over you after this, as he knows some demons have a tendency to manipulate humans into doing what they want, and he doesn’t want you to relive that experience.

Simeon

A slumber party at Purgatory hall sounded fun, so you couldn’t back out now- not when Luke was so excited to have you over

But as night falls, the small angel goes to sleep, Solomon returns to his potion brewing, and you are left wide awake with only your thoughts, and Simeon’s bright smile.

He had noticed something was wrong when he had seen you earlier in the day, but he was waiting for you to come to him (or anyone really, he just hoped it’d be him) at your own pace.

So when you decide to open up to him, he turns his full attention toward you. He can tell your serious, and clearly it’s something that has created a wound, so he preemptively takes your hand gently in his and strokes your knuckles with thumb while you speak.

He will interrupt every so often to tell you how sorry he is about your experience, and remind you that you don’t have to give more detail than you are comfortable with.

He will also give consistent reminders that you aren’t to blame for being trusting of others, and that the other person was to blame for taking advantage of that trust.

After you’re done, he will pull you into a tight embrace and let you cry. If you express your displeasure in that, he will let you go and ask what you do want. If not, he will grip you firmly.

He will also give you soft expressions of how grateful he is to have you in his life, and how much he cherishes you.

He will also apologize for not having been there to help you during that time, but remind you that he’s here now and wont let anything like that happen to you again.

Simeon will thank you for trusting in him to talk to him about such a terrible experience, and remind you that he is always around for you to rely on.

He will also give a silent promise of watching you more closely from now on, and recognizing signs you may be experiencing a trigger. During these times, he will pull you aside and ask if he can take you somewhere as a distraction.

Barbatos

Frankly, Barbatos is shocked at first when you decided to trek all the way to the castle to talk to him about something.

He immediately assumes the worse, thinking that you’re struggling with the brothers or are going to try to convince him to send you home.

He is relieved when you say you just had something held inside you needed to talk to someone about, and will take you out into the garden (with home made refreshments, of course).

He will listen intently while you speak, not saying much of anything but nodding along and making facial expressions that indicate his sympathy for what you have gone through.

When you’re done talking, he will simply ask if he can give you his thoughts on what you said.

(at first this sounds scary but trust me, you’re gonna want to say yes)

He will then proceed to tell you how abhorrent the person who did this to you was, and how sorry he is that it was you who had to suffer such a fate.

He will be firm, but gentle in his assertion that it wasn’t your fault and that you harbor no responsibility in being a child who was manipulated by an adult.

He will remind you that abuse techniques work for a reason, and that the goal of abusers is to convince their victims that they are the one at fault.

He will reach out and offer you his hand to hold and take you on a walk through the garden to clear your head, giving gentle squeezes along the way to reassure you that he’s here.

Barbatos will offer to lend an ear to whenever you feel like you’re needing to vent, and will also ask information regarding specific triggers or things he and everyone else should be aware of.

After, he will sift through your life memories to find out who the person was and everything about them.

Let’s just say that the individual may end up in a cell below the castle where he answers to Barbatos for a very, very long time.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Please write healed self harm scars with mammon and they/them mc

You probably haves lots of requests so please put this one off or don't do it if you needદᵕ̈૩

Scars

Fandom: Obey Me

Genre: Comfort, one shot

Written for a GN!Mc (you/your pronouns used)

WC: 1.5k

CW: mentions of self-harm via cutting (not current, referring to the past), Scaring as a result of self-harm (arms and thighs), depictions of burns from hot grease, MC is written as shorter than Mammon, slight implication of romance between MC and Mammon

“O-Oi! Human!”

You look over their shoulder to see Mammon jogging into the kitchen where you were trying to focus on cooking dinner. He looked panicked, and held a small box under his jacket that he was clearly trying to hide. He appeared to be out of breath, trying to hold back his gasps for air.

“What’s up?” You flashed him a quick smile before reluctantly turning your attention back to the burner. Lucifer had warned you about keeping a close eye on the ingredients for tonight's meal while sautéing them, as the Shadow Hog filets tend to spit back a lot of hot grease if the flame’s on the stove aren't low enough.

Mammon shifted his weight nervously before attempting to speak. His cheeks were red with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. “Well, I know that around the time of your birthday, I wasn’t able to get’cha somethin’ ‘cuz I didn’t have the money...but I got ya somethin’ now! So here!”

You turn just in time for Mammon to shove the box in your direction, unintentionally pushing you back into the handle of the pan. The pan dropped to the floor with a clatter, but not before splashing hot grease all over your abdomen in the process. You shrieked, immediately ripping the apron off of you and trying to shed your shirt before the fabric fused to your skin.

In a panic, Mammon desperately tried to help by grabbing the spray hose to the sink. He didn’t even hear your “wait!” before spraying you with cold water, causing you to shriek once more. You pleaded for Mammon to stop spraying the frigid water at you, but he only listened when Lucifer burst in from the dining room. The eldest brother sent you to your room to tend to your wounds from the burns, instructing Mammon to clean up the mess made from his clumsiness.

Well, he only got a few minutes into mopping before his eyes fell to the soaked box on the floor. Deciding the clean-up could wait, he snatched the box and followed you back up to your room.

After all, he was your first man. He should make sure you’re okay...even if he was the cause of it.

Mammon entered your room without knocking, as usual, but regretted it instantly when he saw you in your underwear in front of the full length mirror. You were putting ointment on the fresh burns that littered your skin. The splotches decorated your lower tummy, upper thighs, and the back of your left hand and arm in almost a Dalmatian-like pattern.

But those weren’t the only marks that littered your skin.

No...tons of what appeared to be scratches- well, at least that’s what the scars looked to be like now; he assumed they had been worse-looking in the past. Some of them were fadded, others were darker, but the pattern was just as sporadic around your legs and forearms, just as the burns had been. He realized in this moment that this was the first time he’d seen you without long sleeves or long pants on, and the exposure felt...well...wrong.

He felt a twinge of guilt fester in his chest seeing the fresh tears dotting the corners of your eyes as you caught his glance in the mirror- probably from the pain of the burns. He averted his gaze, but the damage was done. His mind raced with what caused those scars- and in that amount. Somewhere in his mind, he knew you had done them to yourself, but he wanted to believe that maybe you just owned a particularly mean cat during childhood...yeah...or...or maybe you walked into some sharp, long grass by accident, or...

“Mams?”

Mammon glanced up, seeing you facing him now. He tensed, taking a step backwards away from you. The action seemed to confuse you at first, but you remembered how he acted similarly during the night Lucifer had attacked you all those months ago. It was as if he was afraid he’d hurt you.

You approached him cautiously, gently brushing your fingers on his arm when you stopped in front of him. “Mammon? What’s wrong?”

He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze back to yours. “I- um...I...” He paused, not sure how to address what he had seen.

You tilt your head, squeezing his arm gently in concern. “Hey, It’s OK! I know you didn’t mean it. It was just an accident!I’m gonna be alright- see?”

You point to your abdomen with your other arm, the marks already fading into scars thanks to the healing ointment infused with magic. All Mammon’s eyes could focus on at were the scars on your arm, his stare lingering to the point where you finally noticed he wasn't looking at the burns. You felt your chest squeeze in nervousness, finally realizing that your carefully concealed scars were wide open for his viewing.

“Oh...that.” You bite the inside of your cheek and look away for a moment.

“What...what did ya do?” He muttered sadly, his eyes still locked on your arm.

“Well...” You start, trying to find where to begin. “There was a time in my life where I was feeling pretty bad about...well...everything. So I turned to...hurting myself, I guess.”

Mammon nodded, but you weren’t quite sure if he had heard what you said.

“I don’t do it anymore.” You added, nervously filling the silence. “I haven’t in a long time.”

“I just don’t get it.” Mammon murmurs after a moment, finally tearing his gaze away from your arms and looking deep into your eyes. “Why would ya do somethin’ like that?”

“I...I just didn’t really know what else to do at the time.” Your voice quivers slightly as your brain trails back to the place you had been at during your self harm episodes. “I just...couldn’t feel my emotions, and I didn’t like myself very much.”

Mammon nods, understanding what you meant. He couldn’t relate to thought’s of hurting yourself, but he would often drown his emotions in his gambling, and he often felt inadequate in comparison to his brothers.

You both sat quietly for a moment, just staring at each other.

“MAMMOONNNNNNN?” Lucifer’s booming voice from downstairs jolted you both out of your thoughts. Mammon returned downstairs with his tail between his legs, eager to begin cleaning again escape the awkward situation he had created with you. You trotted down fully clothed shortly thereafter.

The two of you went about your own activities in silence for a moment- you going about re-preparing dinner, and Mammon cleaning up the excess water on the floor. After a while, the tension slipped away, and you both were laughing and joking like normal again. Throughout dinner the vibe stayed the same with the brothers- anyone looking in wouldn’t see anything wrong. But Mammon still held a bit of worry for you deep in his heart, and he wasn’t sure how to express it. It wasn’t until after dinner when he had offered to help you clear the table and do dishes that he finally decided to speak his mind.

“Uh...Mc...About earlier...” He began, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I’m sorry for askin’ ya all that stuff. Ya probably didn’t wanna talk ‘bout it.”

“No, it’s OK,” you smile weakly. “I hadn’t told anyone here yet, and it feels kind of nice to have someone else know, I suppose.”

Mammon nods in agreement, mulling over his next move as you finish rinsing the final dish.

“Oh...” He quickly dries his hands on his shirt and takes out the box from his back pocket. He hands it to you carefully as you dry your hands, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. As you take it from him and open it, he continues his thought. “...Just for the record, I think there’s a lot to like about ya...So don’t go sayin’ that you don’t like yourself again, ya hear? Or I’ll be forced to write ya a list of things- and I would die of exhaustion with how many things would be on that list, a-alright?!”

He tries to sound as if he’s joking, but his nervous stammering and blushed face let you see right through him. As you finally get the soggy box open, you are greeted with a small, black leather bracelet with a few charms dangling from it. One is of a crow, the other is of a Grimm, and the third is a tag with “#1″ etched into both sides. You smile warmly, slipping the bracelet on with ease.

“Thank you, Mammon. I love it.” Before he could react, you bounce onto the tips of your toes and plant a quick kiss on Mammon’s cheek. He blinks back his shock, his cheeks turning a deep red. You giggle in response and turn to leave.

“H-hey!” He stutters, gripping your wrist in his hand. He pulls you back to face him, unintentionally bringing your body flush against his. His thin fingers press into the flesh of your hips gently as he leans down. His breath was shaky and his voice at a volume barely above a whisper, tickling your ears as he mumbled into them. “I mean it, ya hear? I...I care about you, Mc. I hope ya know that.”

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Attrition

{ft. Barbatos}

Part 9 of the Fortification Series (based on this request)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.

WC: ~4.4k

TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.

CW: sexual abuse/assault, physical abuse, emotional abuse, threats, intimidation, graphic torture, graphic violence and gore, strangulation & hanging via rope, eye mutilation, self-harm via cutting, urination/incontinence, swearing

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THIS ONE IS PRETTY GRAPHIC, PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS. I figured I’d crank out a longer finale to the series because I wanted to end it with a bang, and also because I love Barbatos and haven’t written a lot for him!!!

“Welcome everyone! I am glad you could all join me this evening!” Diavolo beamed, pleased with his gathering of the exchange students for a fun weekend at the castle. “We will be having dinner in about two hours; please take some time to find your respective rooms and explore the castle. Since the brothers wont be joining us until tomorrow evening, you will all have solo rooms for the night!”

You gulp, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. A “retreat” at the castle with only the other exchange students meant that you would be away from your primary protectors- the ones who vowed to keep you safe from your boyfriend as you figured out a way to end the relationship peacefully. You really thought he would change after coming to Devildom. But in reality, the tense atmosphere and laissez faire rules surrounding interpersonal conduct only enabled him to treat you worse. You had tried your best to work up the courage to end things, but the more violent he became, the harder it was to do.

Mammon was the first to realize something was wrong. You begged him not to tell anyone for fear of retaliation, but he knew you needed more help. Soon enough, each of the brothers were always around you, ensuring your boyfriend couldn’t hurt you (mentally or physically) as long as they were by your side. Lucifer had been trying to make an official report to Diavolo, but it appeared that with their interventions, they didn't have any recent enough evidence to address it. So you went on with their protection; to intimidate him enough to back off...and it worked, too.

Until tonight.

You gulp, feeling your boyfriend’s hand squeeze yours threateningly. You knew that he knew you were going to try to leave, and that the brothers were always there in order for you to avoid his “punishments.” That’s why he suggested this little “retreat” to Divaolo in the first place- to finally get you vulnerable enough to do whatever he wanted.

Diavolo relieved you all to your quarters, and your boyfriend tugs on you aggressively. As he drags you in the direction of the west spire stairs, you hear your name called from behind.

“Mc, I am actually needing you to stay behind with me.”

You and your boyfriend turn, seeing Barbatos approaching from Diavolo’s side. He eyes your boyfriend before turning his attention back to you, a warm smile decorating his face.

“M-me? Why?”

Barbatos stops in front of you, extending his hand for you to take instead of your boyfriends. “Diavolo has requested that the cuisine prepared tonight incorporates some food from the human world, as we have yet to really taste any delicacies from your culture. I know you are quite fond of cooking, so I figured having your aid in this venture would be useful for preparation and tasting.”

Before you could answer, your boyfriend squeezes your hand tightly- so tight, that you feared of your fingers breaking under his grip. You clamp your mouth shut, knowing that this was a sign for you to be quite and let him speak. You try to hold back tears as you feel the joint of your thumb pop- clearly dislocating like it had so many times in the past.

“I don’t know why you would pick them, of all people.” The man scoffs and shakes his head. “The food they make isn’t much better than the slop you all eat here.”

Barbatos’ eye twitches in annoyance, his warm smile quickly dropping into a frown. “I apologize that our food isn’t up to your standards, (name), but I have faith in Mc’s ability to assist in this matter. If you’re standing in opposition, I would like a better reason than you having poor taste in food.”

Your boyfriend continues squeezing your hand, Barbatos’ challenging of his words increasing his anger. After a tense moment of staring each other down, your boyfriend drops your hand and turns away. “Whatever. Do what you want.”

He storms off, pushing one of the little Ds out of the way as he trudged up the stairs. You breathe a sigh of relief, the panic of being alone with him subsiding slightly. You turn to Barbatos, who still has his hand outstretched to you.

Barbatos takes your hand, not missing the wince crossing your features as he gently directs you along. Silently, the two of you walked to the kitchen, and you settled in chopping some vegetables while Barbatos and some of the little Ds worked on the pastries and attended to the pots on the stove. Some of the tension you felt in your muscles released as you focused on your tasks, entranced to the point where you didn’t notice Barbatos’ concerned glances at you between his own tasks.

He was a very perceptive demon, and he could easily see the rage brewing behind your boyfriend’s eyes when he grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him. Barbatos also had enough of a glimpse into your timeline to know of the horrid things this man had done to you, and he had warned Diavolo of having both of you here together for the exchange program, but the prince insisted that the exchange program could somehow resolve or mend these wounds. Barbatos could almost laugh at the naivety of it, if the situation wasn’t clearly life threatening to you.

He found his mind wandering to the incident shortly before you came here- the last thing he had seen in your timeline before having enough of the sickening visuals of the man's behaviors. Forcing you into such obscene acts when your distressed “no’s” could be surely be heard by anyone within a mile radius still haunted his mind when he found his thoughts wandering to you, and he struggled in feeling guilt for not demanding the prince do something about him sooner. While he was glad that the brothers took notice, he couldn’t help but feel as if he enabled the abuse, and Diavolo suggesting such an isolated retreat- under your boyfriend’s suggestion no less- only made him feel worse.

“Barbatos?”

The butler snapped his attention up from the dough he had been kneading, meeting your uncertain eyes. “Hmm?”

“I said I’m finished with the carrots and beets.” You swallow, unsure of why the usually attentive butler had failed to hear you the first time. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

Barbatos smiled, turning to grab a mixing bowl and some other ingredients. “Yes, I will have you mix these together here. I have the measurements written down here.”

He hands you the open cookbook flipped to a recipe for brown-sugar glazed veggies. As you grab it, you feel the lingering pain from the dislocated thumb jolt through you. You hiss at the sharp pain, dropping the book and sending various ingredients and spices spilling all over the counter and the floor.

“Shit!” You quickly hop off your stool trying to clean up the ingredients as fast as you can despite the throbbing in your hand. Your heart pounds in your ears, completely horrified to what your punishment from the demon would be for your clumsiness. You knew he rivaled Lucifer in his strictness, and his controlled demeanor suggested anything less than perfection would not be tolerated. You yelp as the pain continues up your arm, clutching it to your chest to sooth it.

Barbatos rounds the counter, coming to aid your injury. What he didnt expect, however, was for your to flinch underneath his attempts to console you, and beg for forgiveness for your error. His heart drops as you sob, begging him not to hit you for what you’ve done.

Barbatos slowly sinks down to one knee, gently rubbing your shoulders and reassuring that he had no intentions on harming you. He felt sick, thinking that this is what you had been reduced to as a result of your boyfriend’s abuse. As your tears finally slow, he aided in wrapping your hand, ensuring your thumb would be set into place as you continued to sit with him in the kitchen. There was no way he would send you back out to two straight hours of abuse.

Instead, he let you play some music from the human world, lightening the mood a bit and teaching him things about how various genres sounded in comparison to the Devildom. After the primary dishes were finished and popped into the oven, Barbatos turned to you, reaching across the counter to study your hand injury. You watched him, nervous about what he was thinking as he traced the injury with his index finger.

“He did this...” Barbatos looked up at you, his hardened stare meeting your anxious eyes to confirm what he already knew was the truth.

You gulped. “I...uh...”

“It’s okay.” He cooed, closing his hands around yours and rubbing your wrist gently with his thumb. “I already know... I’m sorry I didn’t help you sooner.”

You blinked at him in surprise. “Wha- I...How...?”

Barbatos gave a short, sad smile, before his lips fell back into a frown. “It isn’t important how I know of the things he’s done to you, Mc. What is important though, is that I will stop at nothing to prevent him from hurting you again.”

You look away, tears slowly sliding down your cheeks. “I...I don’t think you can do anything. I mean, he’s been getting away with it for so long, I-”

Barbatos hushed you, wiping away stray tears from your cheeks. “Let me take care of it. Trust me when I say that he will pay for what he's done.”

You smile weakly as Barbatos pulls you into a gentle hug. Feeling the warmth of his body as he caressed you made you feel safe. You wanted to believe him- to believe there would be an end to this awful, awful nightmare.

It took so long for him to get you alone, but finally, he managed to do it.

After having your fill of socializing for the evening, and you had said your goodnight’s to everyone, you had gone off to bed. Barbatos reminded you to double latch the door- something he had put in place specifically because of your vulnerability- but he didn’t account for the fact that your boyfriend seemingly had more magic affinity than anticipated. He easily bypassed the locks on your door as you readied yourself for bed, slamming the door open and approaching you with pure disdain in his eyes.

“So, what- you’re telling the help all of our private business now too?” He snarled as he approached you, backing you completely into the wall.

“N-no! I didn’t say anything, I swear.” You squeak, trying to hide your exposed body away from him.

“Bullshit.” he spat in your face, quickly grabbing you by the arm and throwing you onto the bed.

You panic, trying to run away, but he grabs you by the arm and jerks you backwards again, this time pinning you against the plush mattress. You feel the ache in your arm as he grips you tighter, hurling accusations and insults at you, and threating to punish you unless you prove your devotion to him. Your heart stops when you feel his posterior press against you, nausea creeping up in your stomach.

Not again.

You beg him to leave you alone, saying you don’t want any of the things he was going to do, but your pleas fall upon deaf ears. He rips what little clothing you have away before making work of his own. You cry in desperation, screaming for help before he silences you with a harsh slap to the face.

“Shut the fuck up.” The man hisses, posturing himself over you.

You whimper, closing your eyes as you prepare for the worst. But the sound of the door slamming open stirs you from your dissociated state.

No words are spoken from your savior, only the growls in anger from your boyfriend, followed by the sounds of a physical struggle.

and then...silence.

You open your eyes, noticing some furniture flipped over in the room and an unfamiliar afghan thrown over the edge of the bed, but other than that no one else was there. There’s a soft nock at your door, followed by Simeon’s voice asking if you were okay. You quickly dress yourself in a robe and shakily greet him, Luke, and Solomon, asking if they can keep you company while you process what had just happened. They each sit around you, Simeon letting you rest your head in his lap, Solomon fixing up your room, and Luke holding your hand while you come down from the panic. You hoped that, where ever he was, your boyfriend would not be returning.

Barbatos forced the door open with ease after hearing your desperate cries for help, requesting that the other concerned exchange students stay back until the room went quiet. He had intended to give you fresh blankets and to teach you a spell to teleport yourself out of your room if you needed to, but he had underestimated that horrid man’s tenacity in exerting his control over you.

Seeing the man attempting to sexually assault you threw him over the edge. Barbatos quickly threw him off you, holding him by the neck with his tails. The man thrashed as he choked for air, but his attempts at freedom were worthless under Barbatos' hold. Barbatos stole a sad, longing glance at your trembling form, feeling immense guilt for you having clearly been hurt again. He made a silent promise to return when he was finished with the scum of a man before disappearing through a portal.

He stepped through to his room, the man kicking and yelling as he dragged his naked body along the brick floor. Barbatos’ mind swarmed with all of the things he wanted to do to him, but he couldn’t settle on just one. Oh- no, no. This man needed to suffer for all he had done.

Barbatos made his way swiftly to the small side room off to the left from his bedchambers. The man squealed as a few bats hissed and flapped around his face, trying his best to shoo them away by flailing his arms. Barbatos scoffed at his trivial fear of a small, harmless animal. He would surely show him what true fear was.

Throwing him into the wall upside down, the man yelped when his back hit the cragged brick. He fell on his neck, groaning at the strain as he tried to right himself. While the man was preoccupied, Barbatos flicked the door shut, 7 locks latching in place at the snap of his fingers. He paced in front of the man, thoughts of how he would make him suffer first racing through his head.

“What the fuck, man?!” the man yelled, trying to find his bearings as he got up off the floor. “You can’t hurt me! I...I’m an exchange student!!”

Once the man was able to adjust his vision to the dark, his heart began to beat faster with anxiety. Seeing Barbatos’ lips curled up into a snarl, his teeth glistening in the moonlight feeding into the room from the large window struck terror into his heart. His serpent-like eyes burned brightly in a viridian hue, piercing the man’s soul. His tail, thrashing behind him, shimmered turquoise, the veins glowing brighter the angrier he seemed to become.

“Just who do you think you are!” He snapped, now standing up to confront the demon. He thought perhaps Barbatos was merely just trying to frighten him, and convinced himself that his status as an exchange student would grant him immunity from harm. “What we do in the bedroom is none of your god damn business!”

Barbatos stopped pacing, fully turning to face the man. His snarl grew, giving the man a better view of his sharp fangs. He felt intense fury flare within his heart as the man tried to assert that you had consented to sexual acts in any way, and he found it difficult to restrain himself from straight-up killing the man. If only this bull-headed man was wise, he would shut his mouth.

“Is that so?” Barbatos hissed. “Because I seem to recall you having no qualms with making it everyone's business in the past. And I don't think screaming for help means anything consensual is going on in that circumstance.”

The man’s eyes widened. “W-what are you talking about?”

Barbatos smirked. “I know much more than you think I do, (name).”

Barbatos stepped forward, now toe-to-toe with the crumbling human before him. Every attempt to back up was met with another forward step, until the man was backed against the wall with no hope for escape.

“At first I was surprised at seeing such despicable behavior from a human.” Barbatos growled, his eyes transfixed on the man’s. He followed his gaze as it darted around the room, searching desperately for some way out. “And I must say, Most demons wouldn’t behave in such a manner toward someone so virtuously innocent. Though, after looking back on human history, it appears that scum like you have done terrible things since the beginning of time.”

The man gulped, trying to side-step the demon and make a run for the door. Barbatos punched the wall next to his head, the brick giving way beneath his fists. Remnants of the brick wall burst from the impact, showering the floor with clay fragments. The man froze, realizing that brick could easily have been his head.

Barbatos cocked his head to the side as the man began to tremble before him. He smirked, knowing he had really begun to strike fear into the man. “I think it’s time your debts came due.”

The man gulped as Barbatos turned away, disappearing into the darkest corner of the room. The man bolted for the door, fumbling with the locks as best he could, though the magic seals rendered them frozen in place.

“Attempting to escape is futile.” Barbatos hissed from the darkness, causing the hairs on the back of the mans neck to stand on end. “Though, it is somewhat amusing that you think you can circumvent justice...”

Before the man could react, a noose fell over his head and he was yanked backwards. A 7-pointed star was painted in black ink on the ground, only barely visible in the low light of the moon. The man was hung in the center, his feet just barely able to touch the ground. He attempted to stand on his toes, desperate to lessen the bite of the rope against his windpipe.

Barbatos approached from the corner, murmuring a spell in a tongue the man didn’t understand. The man tried to speak, but his voice was rendered inaudible over Barbatos’ chants. Barbatos then held up a knife to his own palm, slicing just enough to draw blood and dripping it into a small wooden bowl. After tossing in a few more ingredients, He approached the man.

“I give you the curse of eternal life.” Barbatos remarked, kneeling before the man and dowsing the star in the liquid he created. “It can only be ended by the separation of your brain and heart from your body.”

The man furrowed his brow in confusion, managing to choke out a “W-what?”

Barbatos glanced up, muttering more incompressible words before whispering to the man. “You will soon see.”

The star began to glow a yellowish-green, completely blinding the man for a moment. His skin prickled with electricity for a moment, but it was fleeting as the light faded. He blinked into the dark, finally adjusting enough to see the outline of Barbatos’ figure in front of him.

“Time for a test to see if the curse was successful.” Barbatos noted, a slight curiosity present in his tone, before reaching behind him and yanking down.

Suddenly the man was 5feet off the ground, his ability to breathe completely cut off. He clawed desperately at the rope, trying to free himself, but was unable to get his fingers around the thick fibers that continued to tighten around his neck. He hung there for what seemed like an eternity, praying that death would find him to end the suffering instead after being unable to break free...but death never came.

“Perfect.” Barbatos mused, a nefarious smirk playing on his lips. He dropped the rope that held the man, watching as he fell to the floor.

The man’s body slammed on the ground in a fit of coughs and gulps of air, trying to fill his lungs with as much of it as he could. It wasn’t long before he again felt the pull of the rope on his neck, choking him as he was dragged across the floor.

He wasn’t quite sure when the texture of the floor shifted, but soon enough he felt gritty dirt beneath him rather than the jagged brick of the room he was previously in. He was able to see the remnants of a portal when his eyes focused on the distance, but it quickly dissipated into the low candle light. He could make out some old doors in the dim lighting, but between the tension on his throat and the clouds of dust, his vision could not focus long enough to get any bearings for his surroundings.

Barbatos pulled the man through one of the doors, stopping only to just barely to restrain the man by his arms and neck. Barbatos kicked his knees in from the back, forcing him down in a kneeling position. He gathered his instruments, not caring to ensure they were clean from their previous uses, but being mindful of their sharpness.

Barbatos turned to the man with the long blade he had selected, trailing it across the man’s cheek as observed him. He was eerily silent as he circled his prey, calculating what his first move would be. He felt the ground below wetten as the man soiled himself in fear of what was to come. He scoffed at the cowardice, continuing to trail the blade down the mans bare back to make him tremble in terror.

“I will tell you now, though you may have figured it out- my purpose of giving you eternal life was to prolong your suffering.” He mused, beginning to push the blade a bit harder as he outlined his plan for the man’s torture. “The audacity you have in harming Mc deserves such a punishment.”

Before the man could speak, Barbatos thrust the blade into the left of the man’s upper back. He screamed, begging the butler to end his torture before it had even begun. Barbatos smirked, finding joy in the man’s pain- knowing that he was serving justice for you and what he had put you through for so long.

“Pleading will get you nowhere, you unctuous swine. I have no intent on bringing you mercy,” Barbatos hissed, ripping away the layers of skin and muscles away to expose the bone and organs beneath. He did the same with the right side, relishing in the agonized wails of the man as he skillfully sliced back the flesh.

The man sobbed, trying to thrash against his binds, but giving up when the attempts to flee made the pain worse for him. He even attempted to cast magic to stop Barbatos, not realizing that the butler’s magical affinity was much stronger- especially given the man’s weakened state. Barbatos pinned the tissue back and tethered it magically to the walls of the cell, almost creating a grotesque sculpture of a human with wings.

As he finished pinning the right side, his mind wandered to you, and he found himself longing to return to your aid and ensure you that your safety had been prioritized...but he knew he needed to complete this first. He sighed, finding himself speeding through the last bits of the man’s torment. He aggressively ripped the man’s lungs from their place and pulled them through either side of his spine, producing pained wheezes and coughs as he again struggled to breathe. He stepped back, admiring his work and how he managed to escape with very little blood covering his person, though the cell was coated from top to bottom. He walked around to the front of the man, tilting his chin up with the knife to look him in the eyes.

“You are the lowliest human I have ever had the displeasure in meeting. I only wish that your torture could continue on by my hand, but I am pleased to know that your life will only be agony from here on. Perhaps another day I will return and finally offer you the release of death...that is, if the maggots don’t consume you first.”

The man screeched, demanding Barbatos free him at once. The butler frowned, irritated by the man’s bold attempt at ordering him around. With a few flicks of his wrist, the man’s eyes were cut clean from his skull, plopping onto the floor amongst the mixture of urine and blood. With only a grin in response, Barbatos turned on his heel and left the cell, triple locking the door for safe measure. The man’s screams could be heard through the catacombs of the castle, silenced only when Barbatos closed the portal to his room.

A soft knock at the door jolted you from your slumber. The others had returned to their rooms once you insisted you were okay, ensuring you that you could call on them should you need something. You weren't sure why, but the only one you wanted to hold you at that point was Barbatos. You felt comforted by his presence, and after your talk earlier that evening and his assurance that he would protect you, you felt safer with him than any of the others.

You shuddered in the cool night air as you padded toward the door, unlocking and opening it just a crack to greet who was there. Part of you feared it was your boyfriend, back from wherever he was carted off to. To your relief, it was Barbatos, who was holding a tray of tea and sweet rolls.

“How are you doing?” He cooed, rubbing up and down your back gently.

“I'm aware that it’s late, but...may I come in?” Barbatos' voice was saccharine as he spoke, obviously being careful not to cause you much more stress.

You eagerly welcomed him in. He put the tray down on your nightstand, then turned toward you. Before you had a chance to sit on your bed, he gathered you in a tight embrace. You blinked rapidly in surprise, but melted into his arms, squeezing him back just as tightly.

“Mmm...okay, I suppose...” you murmured back, nuzzling your face against his neck. “Is...is he gone now?”

Barbatos pulled away, a shimmer of something sinister passing by his eyes. He assumed you could have guessed it was him who had taken care of the man you once called a boyfriend, but it still made his chest swell with pride that you were able to identify him so easily as your savior. “Yes. He will not be harming anyone anymore.”

You nod once, relief washing over you in waves. Barbatos sat next to you on the bed, giving your shoulders a gentle massage after pouring you some tea. You almost found his light scolding on your posture aggravating, but you knew they came from a place of reassurance that you were now safe- as long as the loyal butler remained by your side.

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with-love-from-hell · 3 years ago

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Impurity

{ft. Lucifer}

Part 4 of the Fortification Series (based on this request)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.

WC: ~4.9k

TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.

Cw: Sexual assault / rape, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, depictions associated with making a sexual assault report, negative self-talk and poor self-esteem, graphic violence and gore, mentions of sex, use of misogynistic language, Headcanon that Mammon is a SA survivor is mentioned

I know I am seemingly one-note, lol. I just love writing Lucifer beating the fuck out of rapists but I promise I will do others if it’s requested of me!!

Series Masterlist

“Hey...Lucifer?” You knock gently on the frame of his office door and peak your head in, having seen the light on and door ajar. You hoped you weren’t bothering him, as you knew he was a busy demon...but part of you was wishing he'd give you an excuse not to talk to him.. "Can I...Can I talk to you for a minute?”

Lucifer perked up upon hearing your voice echo just barely above the orchestral music playing over his record player. He sets down his demonus and straightens his loosened collar. “Yes, Mc. Come in.”

He studies you as you walk through the door, taking note of your typical demur demeanor as you quickly take a seat across from his desk. He cocks his head, seeing your back hunched over in such an uncomfortable way as you try to make yourself smaller. He couldn’t keep track of how many times he had reminded you to fix your posture, trying to avoid having you deal with a lifetime of chronic back pain. You catch his gaze for just a minute, and straighten your back as if on cue. He hums to himself; perhaps he had made a difference after all.

He smiles, returning his focus to his paperwork, swiftly scratching his quill on the parchment. “What can I do for you?”

You sit silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. You wanted to be honest with him- to tell him what was going on with you and your boyfriend, but something akin to guilt held you back. He could get expelled if you tell on him...though that wouldn’t be a particularly bad thing. It’s not like you didn’t care about him despite all he’s done, but he’s hurt you so many times that you needed something...someone to intervene. You gulp, swallowing back the negative thoughts that had turned to fear...but what if nothing changes? What if you telling the eldest makes things worse for you? What if he tries to-

“Mc?” Lucifer lifts his gaze, becoming concerned with your obvious signs of nervousness. The sweating, the trembling, the very obvious rapid heart beat that he could feel pounding through you from where he was sitting...Something was wrong- this wasn’t just you being shy. Lucifer had begun to break through your hesitance and shyness despite all you had gone through in Devildom. His brothers began to consider you family, and he grew quite fond of you too. In the same sense, he could tell when you were especially anxious about something, and he would have to be blind to not see the pattern it followed. Whenever that piece of shit you called a partner was around you, your attitude soured. All the happiness you exhibited around his brothers was sucked out of you whenever that bastard was around, but you assured them your relationship was fine. Something about it felt off about it though, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why he immediately had a distaste for the man. Despite Lucifer not being too fond of you at first, he had an appreciation for your kindness, conflict resolution skills, and your ability to calm others around you. And that tended to be nulled when he was around.

You take a deep breath. “I wanted to ask you something...about- uh- RAD policies.”

He lifts an eyebrow, abandoning his quill and putting his full attention on you. “I assume you haven’t done anything wrong to prompt this question?”

You feel your heartbeat quicken, going so fast it feel it may burst from your chest. “What? N-no! It’s not-”

“Relax,” Lucifer extends his hand across the desk, nudging a glass of water toward you with concern painted all over his face. “It was all in jest. Now, what is you question?”

You breathe a sigh of relief, reaching toward the glass and lifting it to your lips with shaking hands. Lucifer notices a bruise on your wrist as you reach for the glass.after a moment of silence and him staring at your hand, you remember what it was you were going to talk to him about.

“Oh- yeah...” You drop your gaze to the floor for a moment, thinking over your words.

Lucifer folds his arms, blinking at you expectantly. As you nervously meet his gaze, you felt urgency build in your stomach. He had just parted his lips to say something when you blurted out what you had been meaning to say.

“I wanted to a-ask. If someone were to experience an...uh...an a-assault. Who would they have to go to, and- uh- what would happen to the accused? ...Uh- hypothetically speaking, of course...” You manage to stutter the words out quickly before you could change your mind.

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise at your question. He watches you play with your fingers nervously, waiting for his response. As his brain processes the words that tumbled past your lips, a feeling of unease grows in his chest. He leans forward, his gaze more intense as he observes your reactions. “An assault...of what nature? Were you harmed?”

You shift your eyes away from him, gulping back the fear and emotional pain returning to the front of your mind. “I...I’m just asking for...a-a friend.”

Lucifer nods, clearly seeing right through your lie but choosing not to challenge you on it. He was concerned that you would scurry away and hide whatever was going on from him if he did. The prospect of you having been assaulted in some way sends alarm bells ringing through his system, and he needed to get as much information out of you as possible. Not only did he need to find and eliminate the scum responsible for hurting you, but he also would need to inform Diavolo so the proper paperwork could be completed. “Well, for your friend then. What happened to them?”

Your eyes dart around the room, briefly connecting with his before continuing their frantic path throughout his office. You didn’t want to tip Lucifer off to knowing this was about you and your boyfriend, so you tried your best to remain vague. “They...They were sexually assaulted by a classmate.”

Lucifer cleared his throat, feeling as if he had been hit by a freight train. He swallowed hard, taking up his pen and a blank piece of parchment to take down a report. He tried desperately to remain calm, and tried to hide the fact that he was extremely worried about you. “That is quite a serious offense, and one that would absolutely require a report. Do you know details- Who was involved, what had happened, etcetera?”

You shift nervously in the chair, unconsciously squeezing your legs together. “Well...I don’t think I want to say who was involved...o-out of respect for them.”

“The accused as well?” Lucifer eyes you suspiciously.

You hesitate, but give him a small nod. “At least for now.”

Lucifer sighs, but returns the head movement. “I will need to have that information to make a full report, but for now we can bypass it.”

You relax a little into the firm leather chair at the validation that you didn’t have to disclose those details right now. It felt wrong lying to him about the fact that it had happened to you, but you felt reassured by the fact that he was taking it so seriously. Lucifer scratched some words onto the parchment, the sound easing some of your tension. From your seat, you could see it was today’s date and a few details indicating what the report was about.

"Now then, would you mind starting from the beginning?” He looked up at you briefly while scrawling, seemingly trying to read your features. “Give as much detail as you can.”

You nod, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Well, my friend spent the night in- uh, another student’s dorm. They knew it was a bad idea, but they didn't feel like they had a choice...And he...uh- I mean, they- started touching them without their consent...”

Lucifer nodded, quickly scrawling down each word said with precision as you spoke. The more details you provide, the more worried he became, considering he had already suspected this “friend” scenario to be fabricated.

“Okay...and then what happened?”

You stared at your hands as you picked the skin around your fingers, staying quiet for a moment.

Lucifer looked up at you, pen still in hand. He reached out his other toward you, catching your attention. “It’s okay. This is a safe place to discuss such matters.”

You sigh, turning your gaze back down toward your hands. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke. “H-he forced them to have sex.”

Lucifer felt his heart shatter, reluctantly turning his attention back toward the parchment, but keeping an eye on your trembling form. He wasn’t quite sure what to say in the moment, given that you clearly didnt want to tell him this was something that you were experiencing, but he knew he had to try to say something in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so very sorry to the ‘friend’ who had to go through that. I’m sure it must have been truly awful. I hope that they know, as well as you, that I am going to be taking this very seriously.”

You stayed silent, trying to fight back tears as you hugged yourself tightly.

Lucifer sighed deeply, turning his gaze back down toward the parchment as he continued on with the report. “At what time and date did this occur?”

You furrow your brow, trying to pinpoint an exact time frame. “Umm...a few nights ago- well, one of the incidents, that is. And-”

“One of?” Lucifer shot his gaze up at you, feeling horrified at your assertion. “How many times has this occurred, exactly?”

You felt your heartbeat quicken once again in a panic. Your words begin tumbling out of your mouth without having thought about them. “Uh...I-I don’t know...I-I haven’t really kept track.”

Lucifer blinked, confused by your words. Keeping track? Dear Father... he felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought of something happening to you once, let alone so many more times than that. He shook his head, leaning forward toward you and extending his hand once more. “Mc, I need you to tell me- is this situation faced by the unnamed ‘friend’ actually referring to something that has happened to you?”

Your face drains of color and you begin to feel your breathing become ragged. Panic seeps into every inch of your body. You stood up suddenly, mumbling an excuse about needing to go, and you bolt out of Lucifer’s office without looking back. You ran as fast as you could to your room, bypassing a few of the brothers on your way. Each looked on with mortified concern.

Lucifer sits back in his office chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was unsure of how to process the events that just transpired before him, and he was so very worried about you. He felt sick to his stomach at the realization that someone had harmed you in such a way, and though he had a good idea as to who it was, he had no proof. He cursed under his breath, knowing nothing could be done within the realm of Devildom Law unless you decided to go into depth on what happened to you, or some sort of evidence was gathered to prove of your boyfriends abuse. Looking back, he saw all of the warning signs that he should have picked up on. The increased anxiety, the isolating, the excessive bruises and marks all over your body that you desperately tried to hide- it all should have made sense sooner. He shook his head, pushing the hindsight bias away. As he stood and exited his office; all he could think about was ensuring he was there to comfort you.

He cautiously walked to your room, catching worried glimpses from his brothers on the way there. They all asked various questions about your behavior, and if you were okay, but Lucifer side-stepped them. It was none of their business unless you made it so- but he understood if you chose to keep the events of what happened to you to yourself. He had never experienced such nefarious encounters with anyone before, but he knew that Mammon had frequently encountered coercion with a few witches that left him feeling a similar way. He couldn’t image the amount of shame you had harbored within you, and he guessed you feared retaliation from the one who did it, given how terrified you looked.

He knocked gently on your door, hoping you would answer. As expected, the door remained latched in place. As he leaned into the door, he could hear desperate sobbing from within your room. His chest ached at the sound, knowing you were probably in such large amounts of pain. Lucifer knocked once more before announcing his entrance, and then allowed himself entry into your room with his master key.

You heard Lucifer enter, but were too wrapped up in your sobs to yell at him to leave you alone. Besides, part of you did want him to stay- it always bothered you how you often wanted two conflicting things at once. You curled in on yourself, not bothering to turn to face him.

Lucifer approached your fetal-positioned body, sitting down on the bed beside you and gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “Mc, I know you're hurting...But I want to be here to support you...if you’d allow it.”

You choked on your tears, not being able to give a verbal response. Instead, you nod, clutching yourself tighter as more tears forced their way out from behind your eyes.

Lucifer shifted so that he had easier access to your back, rubbing circles gently around the center. He hushed you as you cried, reminding you that you were safe, and providing reassurance that he was not going to leave you to be victimized again. You cried for what seemed like hours, and every now and then Lucifer would get up to open the door, quickly shut it, and return with something for you. The first time it was a bottle of water, the second time it was tea, and the third it was Belphie’s favorite pillow.

After your tears slowed, you eased yourself up to a sitting position, but declined to meet Lucifer’s eyes. He watched you carefully, ensuring to be alert to when you needed something from him, but trying not to make assumptions at the same time.

“Can we talk?’ He asked the question in as gentle of a tone as he could muster. “I need to know more about what's happened to make sure you're safety is upheld...if you are okay with telling me.”

You nod slightly, glancing at him once before returning your eyes to the floor.

“Who hurt you?” Lucifer asked softly, trying his best to not come off as demanding.

You swallow, your body tensing as you try to find your voice.

Lucifer pauses for a moment before extending his hand toward you. “Here. Squeeze once for 'yes', twice for 'no'. Can you do that?”

You stare at his hand for a moment before hesitantly taking it in yours. You give one gentle squeeze, signaling to him that this was okay.

He gives you a half smile. “I’ll try asking a different way- was your Boyfriend the one who did that to you?”

You bite your cheek, and squeeze his hand once.

Lucifer nods, unsurprised at the confirmation of what he suspected. “The assaults...had they always ended in intercourse?"

You wince, but squeeze his hand twice.

He sits still for a minute, giving your hand a gentle squeeze back. "Was this the first time it had gone that far?"

He feels a gentle squeeze from your hand. He waits for a moment, thinking maybe you will squeeze twice, but another doesn’t come. He nods sadly, feeling sorrowful that he hadn’t been able to help you sooner- before you had to experience something worse than what you already had been through. He felt immense guilt for having put you through what he did while you were facing so much pain already, despite the fact that you had buried the hatchet with him.

“Have any assaults happened in our home?”

You hesitate, but squeeze his hand twice.

He breathes a sign of relief, thankful that he hadn’t missed something while he had been around to potentially stop it. The notion eased his guilt somewhat.

Before he could ask his next question, you decide to speak. Your voice was subdued and hard to hear, but he was able to make out what you said: “It's happened at one of Diavolo’s parties though...but most of the time it's been at RAD- up until a few nights ago when I was studying with him at Purgatory Hall...that's when he...he...”

Lucifer turns his head away from you for a moment. He stares out the window, muttering his contempt for the man who called himself your boyfriend under his breath. He squeezes your hand tighter to reassure you that you don't have to continue talking if you didn't want to. “Have you tried telling someone else?”

You quickly squeeze his hand twice, rubbing tears away from your eyes with your other hand. “You...You’re the only one that knows.”

He looked down at your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze to let you know he was here. He was saddened by the fact that not only did he not catch on, but no one else had at well. There were so many opportunities for someone to intervene...why couldn't I have seen it sooner...

Your voice interrupts his thoughts, before he delves too far into self-loathing. “I just...I didn't know what to do..."

Lucifer meets your eyes once again. His eyes were glossy as if he was about to cry. He tugs on your hand gently, but stops, as if reconsidering something. After a moment, he speaks. “Mc, would you care for a hug?”

You smile weakly through the tears and nod, giving him approval. He pulls you gently into his arms and wraps you in a tight embrace. His body is warm and comforting, and you relax into the way his arms grip you firmly, but provide enough space for you to exit the hug should you choose to do so.

The rest of the evening is spent in your room, with Lucifer re-writing your report from earlier with the new information given. He is sensitive to your limited ability to talk about what happened, providing you breaks when needed and not asking for any graphic detail. The hardest part was providing photo evidence of the scars and bruises left along your body from the most recent incident, as having to strip yourself nearly nude in front of Lucifer felt uncomfortable. He did his best to continue to make you feel safe and secure in his presence...Which was something you appreciated.

After compiling his report, he spent the night with you. You talked about...well...anything and everything, and he provided you with physical comfort- the likes of which you hadn’t felt in a long time. The anxieties related to your ex-boyfriend’s retaliation picked up once you texted a vague message with the intention to break up and blocked his number, but Lucifer assured you that he would take care of everything later.

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Lucifer shook his umbrella off in the foyer before dropping it into the decorative stand near the door. The walk home from RAD had been atrocious, but he needed to make sure you had arrived home safely. You had left RAD early with Beelzebub’s accompaniment, but a Fangol game had taken him away from your side for the rest of the evening. Lucifer was worried about you being home alone for an hour, but he reassured himself it would be fine. It was only one hour, after all.

He removed his coat and loosened his tie before stopping by the kitchen to grab some demonus. He thought about offering you to join him in his study while he worked for the evening, so setting the mood was imperative to him. As he set up the wine glasses and turned on his record player, a curious sound piqued his interest. He stepped out of his office, calling out to you once. You were the only one home, after all- so any noise he presumed was coming from you. After hearing the noise again, his heart dropped to his stomach like an anvil.

It sounded like muffled screaming.

Lucifer bolted up the stairs as fast as he could, cursing himself for even thinking to give an hour gap in your protection after he had filed the report to Diavolo last week. The investigation had begun, and you repetitively voiced your worries about retaliation from your ex-boyfriend...He just didn’t think the man would be so bold- under his own roof, no less.

Without losing momentum, Lucifer threw his weight into the door, crashing it open. Fortunately, the man hadn’t seemed to have hurt you too severely, despite the fact that it looked like he was trying to. He had you pinned to your bed, shirt split open with a hand around your neck. Seeing Lucifer, he panicked and pressed further into your trachea, causing you to gasp desperately for air.

Lucifer growled and sprang forward, grabbing the man faster than he could react. He effortlessly pulled him off of you, allowing your ability to breathe to return. Lucifer dragged him out of your room by the hair, only pausing briefly to tell you to go to his room and wait for him there. He didn’t care that the investigation hadn’t yet been completed, as your safety gained priority to him...It’s not like he wanted to wait for the investigation to complete to be able to tear the man who hurt you apart anyway, and now he had an excuse to finally teach this bastard a lesson. Whoever hurt you in such a monstrous way deserved a fate far worse than death, and that is precisely what he was going to get.

Pulling aggressively at the tendrils in his scalp, Lucifer dragged the man all the way down 3 flights of stairs and into the basement catacombs. A small chamber existed within the depths of the HOL, long abandoned as the need for torture dwindled with Diavolo’s reign and new laws were established. He threw the man into the cell roughly, relishing in the sound of his head cracking as it hit the concrete foundation to the house.

Lucifer squatted in front of the man, ruby eyes piercing through his skull in the flickering candlelight. His voice was intense, but eerily calm at the same time. "What makes you think you could enter my home and attempt to hurt a fellow exchange student?"

The man groaned in response, still dazed from his head hitting the wall. Lucifer snorted and gripped the man by the neck, lifting him and slamming him against the wall again.

"I'm not going to repeat myself." He hissed into the man's face.

"It-its none of your business." He spat back, clearly not understanding that Lucifer was the one in control.

The first born narrowed his eyes, squeezing his throat tighter. His claws dug into his skin, producing small amounts of blood as the man gasped for air. "I believe it is my business, as it concerns the safety of the one I pledged to oversee."

The man gave a wheezing laugh, taunting the eldest brother right to his face. "Yeah. right. 'Oversee.' A-are you sure you're not just j-jealous?"

Lucifer's expression soured as he registered the meaning of his words. He slammed the man against the wall again, blood now dripping onto the floor from the back of his head.

"You've got some nerve, human." He snarled, dropping his body to the floor. The man gasped for air desperately as Lucifer paced in front of him. So many ways the human could meet their demise, but what way would be the most painful? And what method would allow prolonged torture, but get him to your side the fastest? He spotted spool of electrical extension cords on the wall for emergency use, being that the rest of the items typically used for torture were at the Demon Lords castle.

That will have to do.

Lucifer gripped the man by his hair once more, pulling rougher when the man tried to squirm out of his grasp. He pulled the cords tight around him, stringing him upside down from the ceiling of the cell. Lucifer cracked his neck, discarding his gloves and vest to the floor- his eyes never leaving the terrified man who hung before him.

"You know." Lucifer sighed, extending his claws and giving them a once over to assess their sharpness. "I never liked you in the first place, but beyond all doubt I decided to give you a chance."

Lucifer slowly dragged his claws along the wall, eliciting a high-pitched screech as he sharpened them against the concrete. The man winced at the agonizing sound trying desperately to ignore it. Lucifer smirked, continuing to drag them until he was satisfied with their razor-edged sharpness.

"To think, that I had been so foolish. Hmpf...it's not often that I admit to making a mistake, so congratulations." He cooked his head, approaching the man. Lucifer's dtared into his eyes, the deep red orbs holding a mixture of contempt, and intent to kill. He pressed a claw to his cheek as the man trembled in fear. "Its a shame you won't be around to celebrate such a feat."

"H-hey man..." he now realized his predicament, losing all of his snarky demeanor in an instant as fear took over his actions. "I'll let you have the fucking bitch, just please let me go!!"

Lucifer's nose twitched in annoyance as he let out a deeply forced chuckle. The man gulped as his laughter echoed eerily through the cell, darting his eyes around to look for an escape. In an instant, Lucifer's laugh ceased and he slapped the man hard across the face. He screamed, his body swaying from the force of the impact.

"I can have them? As if you own them?" Lucifer yelled, the room seemingly shaking with the force of his voice. He was furious at the language the man who claimed to love you was using toward you. "How fucking dare you!"

Blood oozed out of the man's slashed face and onto the floor. Lucifer tugged his body closer to his face as he whimpered. He gritted his teeth, the words he spat at the man laced with venom. "You think you deserve mercy? Tch. The Avatar of Pride shows no mercy to those who bring harm to his family."

The man's eyes widened in fear as Lucifer brought his hand up to the man's stomach. He plunged his claws deep into his flesh and dragged his claws against the man's abdomen. He wailed in pain, pleading for Lucifer to spare his life, screaming out apologies for his behavior, and praying to whatever God there was to save him. Lucifer could almost laugh at the sight, if it wasn't so pitiful. How ironic that a man who had once seen himself as above all others, even the first-born himself, was now a sobbing mess, begging for his life as if he ever gave one shred of a fuck toward anyone else’s.

Lucifer retracted his claws, wiping his hands clean on the tail of his shirt. The man’s sobs had slowed as he became light headed from being drained of so much blood. He was just about to exit the cell when the man called out to him, urging him to look back over his shoulder.

“W-what, are you just going to leave me here alone to die?!” He screeched, tears plopping on the floor below him as he struggled against his binds.

Lucifer smirked. His fangs glistened a brilliant white as the flickering candle light danced off of them. With a snap of his fingers, the candles were extinguished, the only small bit of light was from Lucifer’s growing red eyes.

“Oh, don’t you worry...You’re not alone.”

Before Lucifer turned to exit, three more pairs of glowing red eyes appeared above his, along with a symphony of growls and snarls. The man stilled his movements, but his body continued to sway in the darkness. The eyes seemed to train on his swinging body despite the dark clouding most of his own vision. He began quaking with fear, as Lucifer uttered his final words.

“Enjoy your new chew toy, Cerberus.”

The best lunged forward with a deep roar as the man screamed. Lucifer smiled as he walked down the corridor of the catacombs, the sounds of the man’s wailing, Cerberus’s growls, and ripping flesh making him feel more calm with each step toward the stairs. With each ascension, the screams became more garbled, sounding as if the man was choking on his own blood. Gleeful yips from Lucifer’s hounds indicated that they had done their due diligence in following suit with Lucifer’s torture.

Lucifer Slammed the door to the basement behind him, leaving the man to his demise. He quickly jogged back up the stairs, briefly pausing by your room to confirm you had followed his instructions. He then returned to his room, softly announcing his presence before opening the door.

You were sitting in the far corner of the room, knees pulled to your chest and tears flowing down your cheeks. After confirming the individual who entered the room was Lucifer, you bolt toward him. He barely catches you as you swing your arms around his neck, sobbing into his chest. He carries you to the loveseat across from the fire place, a roaring fire lighting at the snap of his fingers. He sits you in his lap, gently rocking you and reassuring you that you were safe in his arms, and that your ex-boyfriend wouldn’t be around to harm you anymore.

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{ft. Solomon}

Part 5 of the Fortification Series (based on this request)

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.

WC: ~3.9k

TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.

CW: extreme physical abuse, allusion to emotional abuse, light stalking, sexual harassment, torture, mutilation/body horror graphic violence and gore

Be warned, this one has a lot of vivid body horror and torture. I imagine Solomon being as sadistic as Jigsaw in his way of enacting revenge.

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You duck just in time for a glass to explode against the wall inches away from your head. Your heartbeat pounded deafeningly loud in your ears as you tried to focus on your breathing.

What had you done this time?

You had no idea.

Another night spent with your horrid boyfriend always meant walking on eggshells because of how volatile he is, but you hoped that maybe tonight would be different.

Oh, how wrong you were.

If your boyfriend was a bit more subtle with his anger, perhaps it would have gone completely unnoticed by others around you. But since coming to Devildom and building connections with the demons you lived with, as well as the exchange students and royals, it didn’t take long for them to catch on. The first to notice things were not quite right in your relationship was Solomon. Being the only other human besides the two of you, he was always around. That, and his room shared a wall with your boyfriend’s room, so it’s not like he couldn’t overhear the yelling and physical violence that would happen to you within.

After hearing the glass break against the wall, he was immediately listening in to the conversation...well, if you could even call it a conversation. It was all one-sided yelling, as usual. Occasionally he would hear your mousey voice give a response, but it wouldn’t be long before it was drowned out with more yelling, or the sound of his hand slapping you across the face.

Solomon wished he could intervene; perhaps he could have if his first attempt didnt go so poorly. He regretted trying to talk to your boyfriend the first time he saw the bruise on your cheek from one of his brutal backhands, but the only result that occurred from that confrontation was your boyfriend telling him to fuck off, and then finding that he had hurt you worse the next time he saw you. He was at a loss, really. And it’s not like he could spend any time with you when you visited Purgatory Hall, as the man kept you confined to the small bedroom and refused to let you interact with any of the other dorm residents. He had even been getting you to isolate from the brothers, who were now fully aware of what was going on after Solomon expressed his concerns to Lucifer a few weeks prior. Lucifer asked him to gather as much evidence as he could, and to keep a thorough documentation on what happened within Purgatory hall, as the man was not ballsy enough to inflict any harm on you if Lucifer was near.

Maybe your boyfriend had caught wind of his report...because tonight was the worst abuse he had heard yet. multiple glass items were heard shattering against the wall, in the midst of his intense yelling and berating of you. Your voice was comparatively so small. He wondered how much it would take to get you to leave the man. Was there anything he could really do? He hated just sitting around and documenting the violence, but Solomon wasn’t really sure what else could be done. Lucifer and his brothers, as well as the angels, all were just as concerned, but stuck in a similar position. In order for the exchange program to be respected by the 3 worlds, certain rules had to be upheld...as shitty as those rules were. Maybe Diavolo could give an exception...

A sudden loud bang against the wall followed by your calls for help stirred him from his thoughts. He panicked, and was on his feet in an instant. He completely pushed all thoughts of formalities away after the man’s sudden threat against your life. If they continued to ignore this any more, you would surely be killed.

“Mc?! Mc, are you alright?” Solomon hollered through the door, trying desperately to listen over your boyfriend’s yelling. After trying the knob and finding the door locked, he gave a threat to catch your boyfriend’s attention. “I’m calling Lucifer!”

The door swung open and Solomon was met with the irate face of the man who dared call himself your significant other. His chest heaved as he stared the sorcerer down, trying to look imposing. If it wasn’t Solomon, perhaps this technique would have worked. But he had been alive for a very long time now, and he was probably one of- if not the- most powerful humans alive. Most threats meant nothing to him.

But apparently this was information the man had yet to learn.

“The fuck do you want?” He snarled, fingers gripped tightly around the door frame to show he would not be moved.

“Are you kidding right now?” Solomon snapped, taking a step forward. “What I want is for you to leave Mc alone.”

The man scoffed, turning to glance back at your frail body. Through the gap between his forearm and abdomen, Solomon could just see you slumped against the wall, clutching your right arm with blood trickling down the side of your face. The sight of you was cut off quickly as the man before him moved to block you from his view.

“Our relationship is none of your business, old man.” He snickered. He really thought nothing of Solomon’s intervention other than he could sick the eldest brother on him, but he intended to flee before that could happen.

“You made it my business when you decided to lay hands on them” Solomon retorted. While his outward demeanor was calm, his brain was going haywire. Panic was spreading through him as quickly as a barn fire, and he was desperate to find a way to get you away from him.

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth and attempted to slam the door in Solomon’s face.

As if acting on autopilot, Solomon rammed his body against the door as hard as he could, sending the man toppling backwards over himself.

“Mc, come on. Now!” Solomon called, pinning your boyfriend’s legs behind the door and extending his hand out to you.

You stumbled toward him as fast as you could, just managing to avoid your boyfriend’s grasp as he finally was able to get to his feet. Before you could even register what was happening, Solomon grabbed your hand firmly and pulled you along as you fled Purgatory Hall.

Your boyfriend’s screaming threats of killing you could be heard from behind as you ran blindly, trusting Solomon to lead you somewhere safe as the adrenaline fueled your movements. Some lower demons looked on in confusion as Solomon tore through the streets of Devildom with you in tow close behind. After a while, the man’s voice faded away and you were lost in a sea of demons. However, a wrong step resulted in a twisted ankle, you finally came to a rest in an alley a few blocks away from the House of Lamentation.

Solomon helped you to the ground, checking over your foot carefully before turning his attention to other injuries you may have accrued from the man’s abuse. As he trailed his fingers over the long gash on the side of your head, the adrenaline finally began to wear off, and you felt not only the overwhelming pain of your injuries, but the emotional turmoil and fear creeping into your core.

Solomon was slightly taken aback as you began to weep, unsure of how to approach the deep sorrow you were releasing. He hadn’t been this emotionally invested in another person in a long time, and he was afraid of doing or saying something to hurt you unintentionally.

He rested one of his hands gently on your forearm, rubbing his thumb over the skin gently. Slowly, he gathered you in his arms, providing soft words of reassurance that you were now safe, and that he was going to ensure to get you help. He let you cry for a short while before lifting you into his arms bridal-style, and carrying you the rest of the way to the brothers.

Once at the house, you were immediately swarmed by multiple concerned faces. The brothers each demanded to know what happened, and it took Lucifer’s intense intervention to finally get them to give you some space so he could assess the situation.

Solomon tended gently to your wounds, being careful not to produce any more hurt than was necessary. As he mended you, he hummed a soft tune to ease your woe. Your crying slowed as he sang, to you, creating a warm aura in the small office you, he, and Lucifer sat in. It wasn’t long before your eyes began to droop, the energy it took to escape and even tolerate the abuse, plus processing it afterwards finally catching up to you. Solomon rested your head on his lap, gently stroking your hair as you slowly drifted off to sleep. He was glad the healing spells he used on you sapped enough of the remaining energy you had so that you could even get some much-needed rest.

As you lay on the couch in peace, Solomon and Lucifer contacted Diavolo. Something had to be done immediately to ensure your safety, and the slow-moving bureaucracy of the law couldn’t be counted on anymore.

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Solomon watched on from the distance as your ex-boyfriend exited the back of the bar. He had followed him like a shadow since he had been barred from returning to Devildom due to the danger he posed to you, and Diavolo even went as far as to wipe his memory of Devildom completely...which means even if he recognized Solomon’s face in a weird Deja-vu sort of way, he would have no knowledge of who he truly was.

Solomon pretended to be a regular at the bar he worked at, keeping close watch on him as he flirted with customers and harassed at the waitresses who worked along side him. He was truly the king of all bastard men, and Solomon had to restrain himself from mauling him the first time he laid eyes on him in the human world after all that had happened.

Breathe, Solomon. His demise will come in due time.

Weeks had passed before he finally got the go ahead from Diavolo to inflict his “punishment,” begging the prince to let him be the one to inflict it over one of the brothers. It took a lot of convincing, but he managed to lay out a firm plan to all of them that would surely result in the most torturous death imaginable. And as the man propped his body against the back dumpster and lit a cigarette between his fingers, Solomon decided that it was the perfect time to act.

He pulled out his grimoire and flipped to his bookmarked page. After a few whispered incantations, a crimson light emitted from the ground where the man was standing. The man cocked his head in confusion, not feeling entirely sure what to make of what he was looking at. But after a moment, he realized that he couldn’t move outside of the magic circle.

Solomon snapped the book shut and approached him from across the street. The man eyed him suspiciously, confused as to what was happening to him. When he tried to speak, no sound came from his mouth. Solomon stopped only millimeters from the edge of the circle, staring at the man with cold, cruel eyes. The man appeared to be trying to shout at the sorcerer, and Solomon smirked at his attempts at verbal aggression.

He lifted his hand, and a phantom appendage matching his movements slowly crept up from the ground. Solomon whispered a few more words as he raised his other hand, another matching phantom limb appearing as he moved. The man glared at the actions in confusion until Solomon pulled out a spool of thread and a long, sharp needle, tossing it to the hands who now began to operate outside of the sorcerer’s movements.

He sat back and watched as the mans eyes widened in fear. More phantom hands leaped up from the ground and held the man still as they came at him with the materials given by Solomon. The man tried to scream, but like before, no noise came out as one of the hands pierced the needle through his top lip. The hands worked in sync, sewing the entirety of the man’s mouth shut in only a few moments. Blood dripped from his lips and spattered onto the ground, only to be absorbed the the circle. The more blood fed the magic, the more intense the light from the circle became.

Solomon paced around the alley, watching as the limbs slowly disappeared back into the ground. The man sobbed in pain, trying as hard as he could to break free of his small cage. Solomon paused his pacing, turning to look back at the man who now looked desperately terrified at what ever Solomon’s next move happened to be. He gave him a cold smile, and began another incantation.

“Create a path where there is none.”

Within moments, the ground below the man split open and he fell through the ground. He fell through the ceiling of a basement and collapsed onto a dusty cement floor, groaning at the impact and becoming surprised at the fact that he could again make sound. Forgetting that his lips were sewn shut, the man tried to scream, only to illicit a shooting pain through his face. He wailed, clawing at the threads in his face.

Solomon followed suit through his own portal and came to a halt in front of the man. He tried to stand up and throw a punch at Solomon, but his fist was easily caught by one of the phantom limbs from before. Multiple circles lined the walls and floors of the room, and one by one they all began to glow. Solomon’s lips slowly upturned into a nefarious smile, causing a new wave of fear to wash over the man.

“I believe it’s time you received your retribution.” Solomon hissed as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. He yanked the man down by the collar of his jacket, forcing him on his hands and knees.

The man tried to move to get a swing in, but the phantom hands piled onto his back, rendering him immobile. Solomon muttered a quick incantation and stepped back, watching curiously as the ground began to tremble and groan beneath them. The man began to shake, fearing what was to come.

Then there was silence.

All that could be heard was the man’s labored breaths, and the gentle tap of Solomon’s foot on the ground, seemingly in morse code. Suddenly, the man began to screech, the pain caused by the binds on his lips numbing to the new pain searing his hands and running up his forearms. The ground continued to grow hotter and hotter until the skin of his hands began to melt into the concrete. The ground bubbled and popped around his hand, fusing the piping hot concrete with his body. It wasn’t long before the skin became a puddled mess, the exposed muscle and bone of the man’s hand peaking through the remaining thin layer of skin.

Solomon snapped his fingers, and the temperature of the ground immediately shifted. The skin that had melted off the mans hand hardened once more, creating a hybrid appendage. He tried to yank his hands out of the firm, fleshy mass, but was only greeted with pain as the skin only gave way slightly. The threads in the mans face had begun to snap, creating just barely enough room for his screams to manifest. Though, the pain caused by the continuously forced opening against the binds only became more insufferable.

Solomon kneeled down to the man so he was eye level with him. He gripped his chin and lifted his head to meet him. He tutted as he gave him a once over, becoming displeased with the way he was ruining the threads through his lips.

“Have you figured out what’s next, or are you still uncertain as to what this is about?” He mused, eager to continue the torture as he toyed with his emotions.

“nnnn....pll...plea-ease.” The man managed to garble out, wincing at the pain caused by opening his mouth to speak.

“Hm. Well then, allow me to elaborate.” Solomon dropped the mans head lifting himself back up and approaching a small table in the back of the room. the soft clinking of glass on metal could be heard as he spoke.

“You see, Your relationship with Mc was no more healthy than wading in a pool of sewage.” He lifted a clamp, eyeing it’s width before resting it on his belt loop. “Your constant berating of them, followed by threats that eventually would result in physical violence was...sickening, to say the least. But somehow, you got a weird sense of pleasure from it.”

The man stared at him, confused as to what he was talking about. How did he even know about his relationship with you? Is he why he hadn’t been able to get ahold of you in two weeks?

Solomon continued. “You managed to dull their senses with the trauma you inflicted. All they speak of are the things they feel they have done wrong, and expelconstant insecurity and fear that you have put into their head. So I have taken the liberty of closing the trap that gave them those thoughts in the first place.”

The man gulped, tasting blood in his mouth.

“Now, as for your hands.” He tilted his head back, smiling coldly as he continued crushing some items with a mortar and pestle. “they have struggled to desire to be touched by anyone at all after all the pain you inflicted with them. You gave them nothing but pain with your touch, So I figured I would remove the ability to touch anything ever again from you.”

The man began to cry, begging through blubbered sobs for Solomon to let him go. The man tried again to pull his hands free from the fleshy prison, but was unable to before Solomon turned to face him, a small, cupped piece of paper resting delicately in his palm. It was filled with black and green particles.

Solomon crouched down before him. “Now which sense do you suppose is next, hmm?”

the man’s eyes grew wide with intense fear as he began to desperately struggle, screaming as loud as he could against the threads in his mouth. Solomon caught his chin in his hand and forced his head backwards. Despite his struggling, the man was no match for the sorcerer. He emptied the contents of the paper into the man’s nose, pinching the nostrils closed with the clamp.

The man began sputtering between screams, intense coughs causing the threads to completely burst open, sending new waves of pain coursing through his body. Though, he couldn’t quite stop to try to sooth the pain, as the burning fire in his lungs only increased, the coughs growing deeper and deeper until blood began expelling from his trachea.

Solomon chuckled, standing back up to admire his work. “Tetrodotoxin and Ricin. Two toxins that will cause death within a few hours.”

The man continued hacking, more blood and black, tar-like liquid leaking out of his mouth. Solomon released the clamp, his nose immediately leaking blood at it’s release. The man could no longer smell anything but iron.

“So this one many be a stretch, but I’m sure anyone forced to put their mouth on yours has smelled that atrociously must-filled breath of yours.” Solomon shrugged. “Or maybe I was looking for an excuse to try that concoction out. Regardless, you still deserve it.”

“P-p-please!” The man tried to speak though a slew of hacking and coughs. “ ’m s-sorry.”

Solomon scoffed. “No you’re not.”

He turned back toward the table, grabbing a small paring knife and holding it up to the dim light overhead.

“But you will be.”

Solomon motioned for the phantom limps to hold the mans head still as he made quick work of his eyes. He was extra cautious with this part of the body, wanting to make sure to keep them in tact to use for future experiments. The man screamed out as loud as he could, trying to move out of the hands as he severed the nerves, but Solomon ensured the spell for the hands was strong enough that no movement could get past them once their grips were solidified.

Once the eyes were completely removed, Solomon gave them each a once over. The man sobbed, begging for Solomon to spare him. Solomon let out a “tsk” before putting his eyes into a jar, sealing them off from the dusty air.

“This one should be obvious.” He remarked, turning back to the man and crossing his arms. “You don’t deserve to observe the beauty of the world after all you’ve done to make their perception of it so bleak.”

Solomon paced around the room, his eyes glued to the shell of a man before him. “I had a lot of trouble with this last one, though I am quite impressed with what I came up with.”

The man whimpered in terror, unsure how this torture could get any worse. Because he could no longer see, he was unable to observe Solomon preparing his final attack. He jerked the mans head to the side and poured hot, cursed, wax into the mans right ear. He sobbed at the scalding burns that began lining his ear canal.

Before doing the left, Solomon leaned down to his left ear. “This one is for the the fact that all your actions put them on edge, causing them to flinch at just the hint of a raised voice or a loudly shut door. If their sensitivity to sound is this severe, I don’t see why you need the function at all.”

With the last words he poured the hot wax into his other ear. The man sobbed as his ability to hear was suddenly gone. the deathly silence that followed was almost worse that hearing Solomon’s footsteps around him. He couldn’t sense where his presence was at all, his senses completely stifled by the various rounds of torture.

Solomon took one last look at the man before opening a portal back to Devildom. He smiled as the mans body beginning to convulse, knowing death would come to him rather soon. With his bag of materials in tow, he returned back to Purgatory Hall to rest from the weeks of planning. He couldn’t wait to see you again, and know that you could rest easy without this man in any of the realms to cause you more pain.

Maybe he wasn’t so good at emotional support, but if he could keep you safe in other ways, he would go to the ends of the earth for you.

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